Hand to Mouth

Finn is getting pretty good at finding his hand with his mouth, even getting his thumb sometimes, but the downside is he's wacking himself in the head more. When I start talking to him, once he clue's in that I'm there and looks at me, I usually get a big grin. They're golden. Just pure joy shining out of this little soul. Of course 2 minutes later I get a funny frown, so maybe I shouldn't read emotions into testing the facial muscles. Smiles sure are nice for me though.

It's hard that I get to hold him so little. When I get home from work Oliver needs attention and Mama needs a little break to catch her breath. So Oliver gets most of my attention, I'll hold Finn a little bit, but pretty quickly I need my hands to play, or we need to eat dinner, or Finn is needing to nurse. When it's added up, it's not very much time at all that I'm holding him. I'm more relaxed about this then I was with Oliver, I think the perspective of having gone through it once I'm more confident that when Finn is bigger and a little more independent from Mama he'll find me more, they only recently became two seperate organisms. Still, I was proud of myself for getting him back to sleep twice last night when he was fussy.

First vaccine at the end of the week. I want to be there for Finn, because it's my place. But I'm betting that I'll need to be there to run interference on Oliver so he doesn't get worried about his brother. And if this one does bother Finn (Oliver was pissed when he got shots this small) Finn will just want his Mama's milk to reassure him that the mean scary bugs are done biting him. (Speaking of, Oliver was recently telling us that we are as mean as small barky dogs (which he has direcct experience of them being mean)). Oliver is still doing well with Finn, if I'm paying attention to Finn Oliver often comes up and tries to hug him and pets his head and says "I love you" to him.

Squeeze Box

Seems like Finn's diaper always has a little poop in it, as soon as we change it and sit back down on the couch he fills it again. Sometimes it seems like if his legs bend a little fart squeezes out, just like a squeezebox. Otherwise doing well, chunky rolls. Starting to laugh in his sleep, not awake yet. Looking around more and more. Still sweet sweet smiles. Accidentally got dumped out of his bouncy seat the other day, but slept through it. So much easier having been through it once. But came across a quote recently the resonates; "to have a child is to give fate a hostage"

Chunky

Finn's getting chunky. Lots of smiles, no laughing yet, but pretty easy to go into smiles when he's awake, and they're so sweet, just makes you happy seeing them. But when he gets mad he scrunches his face up so tight it goes white and pink like your palm when you make a fist. Oliver is still doing amazing with him, very happy about having a little brother and wanting to take care of him. Oliver learned to ride his tricycle this week, in like 2 sessions, much faster then expected, still needs a little practice with steering and pedaling at the same time, but doing really well. We've been just us 4 for a little bit now and that helps to restore a little sanity, I think it's easier for Oliver to not have constant stimulation (though he really relishes it when he has it.) But Francesca and I are still kind of on alternating days showering we're so busy running around after the 2. Fun fun :)