Look Dad . . . no hands!

I can't believe how fast Gavin is growing. At his check-up this past week he weighed in at 10 lbs. 12 oz. and is measuring at 23 inches. He doesn't look like a newborn baby anymore. Nor is he acting like one. During his tummy time he rolled over from his stomach to his back. I was surprised the first time it happened. Thinking it must have been a fluke . . . one time thing . . . but when he did it again I couldn't believe it. He's growing so fast.

Here's the pictures I caught of him turning over on his own. And yes he was a little fussy. :-)

40 Years . . . Celebrated

Sunday night we celebrated 40 wonderful years of marriage for Karl's folks. Family and friends gathered at the Pomona Valley Mining Co. in honor of the occasion. I was worried about having a small baby for a nice dinner (OK so he's not so small since he's weighting in at 10 lbs. 12 oz.). But he slept through the whole thing so once again I continue to believe he's almost perfect. :-)

Actually we've been quite adventurous, he's also allowed us to dine at the Cheesecake Factory (slept through that as well), Chipotle (did wake for a feeding here), plus several church attendances followed by lunches with friends. He seems to be doing quite well letting us have somewhat of a "life-after-baby".

Now if we could just sleep through the night . . .

Sweet Success

Just a quick update . . . Sunday was a great day. Gavin quietly sat through church (sigh of relief), slept through a yummy Mexican lunch with friends, and allowed his parents a quick stop at Babies-R-Us.

Ok. . . so he did spit up on Karl at the end of lunch, but if that's the only thing, well then we can't complain!

Such a good baby! Here's a shot from today's tummy time. Enjoy!

Explosive Sunday Sermon

So this past Sunday we attempted to take Gavin to his first church service. It was going fine until towards the end of the message (which was going longer and longer) . . . he woke up and of course wanted to nurse. This was expected and we sat in the back to be as discrete as possible.

Which wasn't a problem . . . I've got a "hooter hider" (aka cover-up for nursing moms). Well it wasn't a problem until he started having multiple explosive poops. Again this shouldn't have been a problem, except I was wearing white pants and his diaper leaked after the third explosion - oh no! So I finish nursing him and hand him to Karl who doesn't want to hear any sound from Gavin during church. So at the first peep from our baby he heads out the door.

Oh man - so there I am . . . lap full of yellow baby poop, car seat, diaper bag, Bible, purse and only two hands. So I wait until the extremely long sermon is finally over and somehow manage to grab all of our belongings. As I move ever so gracefully (Ha! Ha!) to the door I whisper to our friend Christine, "Don't know if we'll be back."

Once outside I see the huge yellow spot right in my lap, like I did it to myself (thanks son!). So we quickly change Gavin out of his very full and leaky diaper and head for our car. Glad the message was directed to College students because I'm not sure I got the complete message this last weekend but then again God definitely has a sense of humor.

Maybe next week we'll make it to lunch with friends . . . unless Gavin has other plans for his parents.