Ingrid likes being a big sister. Sometimes she freaks out when I'm feeding Otis, or if I ask Brendan to deal with her because I'm holding him. But for the most part she loves him and is a great little helper. She loves to get diapers or clothes for him, whether I ask for them or not!
Yesterday we were doing a little floor time with Otis. He's pretty strong but he'd much rather look at people's faces so he doesn't last for too long.
I was on the computer listing more stuff for the shop when I hear "I can hold my brother all by myself!" I look over and there's Ingrid, holding her brother. All by herself. And walking around on the hardwood floors. Where she's been known to slip and fall ten times in two seconds. I had a heart attack and yelled NO NO NO NO NO!!! which made her burst into tears because she had been so proud of herself. Poor kid thinks she's ready for anything and everything...
But Otis was fine, just wide eyed looking around, like usual. This kid is growing like a weed! I'm not sure how much he weighs now, but he just switched over from newborn clothes to 3 month! How exciting. And he's outgrown the XS Bum Geniuses we have. Also, he is just starting to act more like a normal baby and not a sleepy, snoozy newborn. He smiles and makes eye contact and has started cooing and almost making the wee-est little giggles when you touch his nose or chin. It's amazing to think he was this tiny little 4 lb. skinny chicken legged thing with tons of hair all over his body to help keep him warm. Now he has an enormous head and a little fluffy faux-hawk.
And this kid is a sleeper!! Hot damn, we deserve a sleeper. He goes to bed around nine or ten and sleeps until five-ish. It's amazing. If only Ingrid could do that. She's almost three and still gets up three times a night, crying for her blanket or lately it's "I'm so lonely, I really need you, mama!" God she knows how to tug those heartstrings, doesn't she?
Otis loves his mama-milk! I just love the drunk look he gets on his face after he eats.
Ahhh, that's good stuff. The nursing is going extremely well, another thing I'm amazed by. It's so funny because I see all this stuff about no pacifiers, no bottles, until they get good at breastfeeding. This kid has had everything in his little mouth and still nurses just fine. Or takes a bottle. He doesn't care. Where did they get this whole "nipple confusion" thing from? I think the first month of nursing is just hard, no matter what, whether you have pacifiers or bottles or not. I'm just so glad the hard part is over and now I can just feed him whenever, wherever.