Time Flies

Big boy Sawyer stuffing, or rather "tucking", a spoon in his face. Like father, like son!

Mmmmmm, nummy, nummy. Now if we could only get some of this stuff to go down instead of OUT!

"Lady, what are you trying to do to me? I only have two teeth!"

Natalie, Dane and baby Lydia (Good friends of ours turned proud parents!)

Baby Man Miles says, "Wait! No more pictures please."

Miles and Michelle (More good friends made proud parents! Don't drink the water...)

Miles and his SUPER excited Dad!

"Bad boys, bad boys.....whatcha gonna goo"

Whooooooosssshhhhh! That was the sound of seventeen weeks zipping by! It seems almost like a dream. Seventeen wonderful weeks gone and I awaken sitting at my desk sleep deprived and swamped in work as if nothing ever happened. Amazing.

I returned to work on July 5th. It actually wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Given the fact that up until that day the mere mention of going back to work would literally bring me to tears, it honestly couldn't be worse then I had imagined. (Gotta love anxiety, nothing makes reality sweeter!)

The day didn't exactly start out right. I was up at 5am. I was showered and dressed by 6:00am. Sawyer was fed, dressed and playing quietly on his activity mat by 7am. His very big bag was packed and ready to go to Grandma's complete with every toy he owned (seriously), 10 diapers, several changes of clothes (just in case), my baby journal, a cooler with bottles of milk, a thermometer, a monitor, baby shampoo/powder/lotion, every medicinal product he's old enough to consume...you get the point. John had the car seat in his car - he was going to drop Sawyer off at Grandma's and I was going to pick him up. Everything was going according to plan...until my car wouldn't start. The last time I unloaded my car I hadn't closed the hatchback door well enough and the battery was dead. To top it off I quickly learned that we are probably one of only a few households that doesn't own a single set of jumper cables. Great. Luckily, Grandpa Wayne had a charger so he and Grandma Heide hurried over and helped us out. If I were superstitious I probably would have seen all this as some sort of sign that I should just stay with my baby boy, but alas I'm not and so my seventeen week dream ended with me waking up at work.

Sawyer has changed so much in the past month. When he was just 4 months old two little teeth popped out! We suspected he was teething, but geeez...two teeth already!

A few weeks later we started trying him on a little rice cereal. He is definitely interested. He even tries to bring the spoon to his mouth himself. Such a big boy. Now if I could just figure out how to get more of the cereal in his mouth instead of on his chin!

Sawyer is very good at using his hands. He can take his pacifier in and out. It's cute to watch as he takes it out and turns it round and round studying it as if to say, "Genius, really, pure genius". Grandma Heide has taught him how to hold his bottle all by himself. (Well, he can't help with the chores yet so the least he can do is feed himself!) She's also taught him how to push himself around in his walker although only under very close supervision, of course. Sawyer is quite the chatterbox too. He screams, squeals, babbles and will hum along occasionally when I sing to him.

At his 5 months check up he weighed 18.8lbs and is 27 1/4 inches long. Poor baby received 4 more shots and was fussy for 5 days. He also had big red welts and knots in his muscle at the injection site, ouch!