|Still a Steinmann!|
Ian was smiling at me at three days old and it wasn't gas. (You can tell when a Connor boy has gas. And NOONE is smiling when he does!)
I thought it was contentment.
|Would you trust THIS smile?|
It's a smug smile and I do believe I've figured it out.
He's laughing at me.
|Or this one?|
There's also the possibility that he's just dreaming about boobies.
|The finer points of horseback riding explained by Ryan|
I walked in from hanging the laundry yesterday to find him on her bed surrounded by all four siblings. (I'd been fooled by that smile to lay him down, thinking I had at least thirty minutes.)
He was on his stomach - which at this point still means mostly on his face.
And the kids were cheering him on, encouraging him to start crawling.
"Look Mom, we're teaching him to crawl."
|Has anyone seen the baby?|
"Survival" is what I am calling it.
Or maybe "payback's a bitch, pal."
|Wise to the world at three weeks|
Go ahead and laugh little guy. I'm yours all night, but I'm giving you to your siblings in the morning!