Not-so-favorite moment: Seeing him propped up on all fours, rocking back and forth... we are so NOT ready for a crawler yet. (Santa, can you baby-proof our house for Christmas?)
New favorite moment: His giant, proud smile, followed by the most mischievous little eyebrow raise. Just one eyebrow, cocked up like "Hey Mom, you're in for it!" I'd pay money to go back in time and have a camera in my hands at that moment but alas, I have no proof of his adorable expression.
I think his sneaky smile was really trying to tell me that we had an interesting day ahead. He generally refused to nap, but I was determined to get things done around the house. I never managed to get the Christmas decorations down from the attic, but I succeeded (yes, I'm playing it fast and loose with the word "succeeded") at making some yummy apple muffins.
I started the recipe during one of his naps, but he woke up an hour earlier than expected. After he made it clear that spending more than a few minutes in his exersaucer would be torture, I strapped him to my chest in the Baby Bjorn. (Commence laughing at silly new mom now.)
In my haste, I decided that having him facing out would be a good idea to keep him entertained. Ha. Attempting to reach the mixing bowls, muffin tin, etc. with him on my chest made me feel like I had tiny T-Rex arms. Not a strong moment for mommy logic, I know. Putting the baby within easy reach of flour, eggs, and all the other ingredients -- maybe I have a tiny T-Rex brain to complete the package?!
Or maybe I'm just sleep deprived. It was wonderful seeing so much family over Thanksgiving, but getting the baby back in some semblance of a sleep schedule is a joke. In fact, I feel like I'm somehow jinxing myself right now by posting about this as he naps peacefully. I'm going to take advantage of any time I can get and put my T-Rex butt in gear.
Just so I don't anger the sleep gods, I'm going to post this photo of him sleeping like an angel during Trent's Veteran's Day gig. I never let him sleep on me anymore, so I was totally blissed out that day. And thrilled that my child slept silently through the entire church service.
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