For some reason this last week, the seventh week (or wait, the eighth? Up until he was seven weeks old?) has been the hardest so far. Probably because Graham is waking up and not asleep constantly, and he's not showing any signs of sleeping longer stretches at night so Tommy and I are both pretty much exhausted. Really, I think it's been harder because I've tried to actually DO things, and accomplish stuff on my to-do list, and I should just know that that's not very realistic and is only going to end up in frustration. And, like horses who can sense fear, these two boys can sense the stress and exhaustion and frustration in the air, and try to push buttons and take advantage of our weakness. And really, I just mean Dane when I say "two boys," because LOOK AT THIS FACE:
He could never do anything naughty!
But then again, look at BOTH of these faces. This was totally not posed--Dane loves laying down next to Graham and "snuggling" with him and holding his hand.
This is why we take pictures of them--so we can remember how cute they are after a long hard day and you are realizing tomorrow you have to go through it all again.
Bummer that this is blurry. Other than the hospital, this is the only family picture we've taken since Graham was born. PARENT FAIL! But we've taken tons of pictures of Graham himself, at least, so he's been totally documented so far. We'll get lots of family pictures at our family reunions this summer. For sure.
Matching boys!
He's a little Texan! Haha, only in Texas would they sell onesies with a map of the state on it.
Graham is starting to really be interested in Dane--he tries to follow him with his eyes when Dane's bouncing around him. It's pretty darn cute.
Okay, he is so cute. I'm starting to forgive him for spending all weekend only napping in 30-minute spurts and being super grumpy. (Or maybe the grumpy one was just me... I can't remember exactly.)
The most exciting thing that happened recently is that Dane was handed down a TRIKE from some neighbors who are moving. The mom offered to give us this trike months ago, but we'd both kind of forgotten about it until she just dropped it by this week. And every single day since, as soon as Dane wakes up in the morning, the only thing he wants to do is to go ride his trike. And same thing when he wakes up from his nap. He refuses to learn how to pedal, so he just pushes himself along with his feet, but he sure thinks he's speeding along as it is and doesn't seem to mind, so we'll let him figure out the pedaling eventually. We've spent a good amount of time on our driveway and sidewalk this week letting Dane practice on his trike.
Super cute father and son.
We've got a new, fresh start this week, so I will try to keep us all happy this week. Phew!
