Rx for a fussy baby

Today was one of those days-- lots of fussing, no napping, plenty of frustration. And for good reason: Ian is the proud new owner of his TWO lower central incisors. My arms were full of baby! After dinner we escaped out to our front lawn. There we made a little nest...

and put our feet up.

Some of us ate tomatoes from the garden (which, by the way, has been a total flop).  Other of us just drooled over them.

 

We pinched and nibbled,

kissed...

and just generally engaged in silliness.  Then we smiled and laughed and went inside, took our baths and went to bed.

*Sigh*  I'm not going to think about the dishes until tomorrow.

Bub in the tub

Ian was not originally a fan of his Spa Baby bath tub. I don't know why, he just didn't like it.  So, up until the last two weeks or so he would take a bath with me.

I loved that! However, it takes two people to complete the operation, and Carl is not always home when Ian needs a bath.  So, I am happy now that he likes his little tub.  It is an important part of his winding down process every evening. I am fairly religious about baths for kids at night- especially in the summer.  I think we all sleep better when we are not covered in popsicle juice and chlorine. When I was little my grandmother never let me go to bed with dirty feet.  Even when we were camping or something- she would always wash my feet with a nice warm cloth before tucking me in.  I guess that has stuck with me. 

An added benefit of this little tub is that it uses hardly any water!  Maybe 1 gallon? 

 

What is better than a nice clean baby? Very little I'd say!

a quick update

Ian is sleeping more, crying less, eating A TON, and....

Now he is smiling.  I'm pretty happy about all of that. 

I did some sewing over the weekend. I just have to take a picture of my finished project. Can't wait to share!