Also, in the last week, I feel like he's been hurt more than he has in his whole life. Poor kid. He's still got a bigger head, so he's a little top heavy. Plus he doesn't have quick reflexes, so he can't put his hands out to protect himself yet. Saturday night he bumped his head into a toy hard and got a bruise. Sunday night, he slammed his face into the bookcase and now has quite a nice mark on his nose. I think this is just the start of many injuries.
Saturday night he had a bad night, and it was brutal. He kept waking up and crying out and then at 11:30, he started bawling. He was standing up in his crib screaming. We both tried to comfort him and get him back to sleep, but every time he was put into his crib, he would just start screaming. I took him downstairs and nursed him and still he was a mess when I put him into his crib. Finally at 1:30 I gave him some tylenol because I just had no idea what was wrong. He slept from 2-8am finally. Sunday I was a wreck...so tired! Another night this week he had a hard time falling asleep, so I rocked him chest to chest until he fell asleep and I could put him in his crib. Thankfully this doesn't happen too often anymore. We finally decided to leave his blanket in his crib with him because he will lay on it if he wakes up. Comforting himself is the way to go!
On Tuesday morning, I had to go out and shovel, so I put Hunter is his bear suit, wrapped booties around his hands (because he has no gloves), strapped him to me, and we went out and shoveled. He did great. He loves being outside. We did the front first and then we went into the back. Jack was running around like a crazy dog, so I made sure Hunter could see him. He was smiling at that.
Last Saturday, we were eating lunch, and Shamus was trying to get Hunter to say Dada. So he would say it, and then Hunter would immediately say Mama. Ha! I think he was trying to imitate Shamus, but he doesn't know how to make the D sound yet. Still, I was cracking up.
Another little trick he's learned is to point. It's pretty sporadic, but it's been popping up more and more lately. I'm not sure that he's pointing at anything in particular quite yet, but it's getting there.
And finally, the weaning process is coming along. Saturday is my last 10am nursing session, and then I'll just do morning and night for the next week. Someone asked me if he was ready to wean, and it made me feel guilty, but then I actually think that he is ready. I think he would keep going, but he doesn't need me like he used to. And I'm ready. I can't do another wedding season this year worrying about pumping. That was the worst having to pump to/from weddings. I'm super sad, but it's going to be fine. And he's going to be fine.