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... of a schedule?

It's not for sure yet... but the last two days, Abram's eating schedule has been close to the same! This may not sound like a big deal. But for a mother that has not been able to plan her life because she has been living in unexpected 2.5 to 3 hour increments based on when an 8 week old decides to wake up in the morning, it's a very big deal. His sleep schedule is not as hopeful at the moment, but maybe we will get there soon.

He has had so many grandparents around him for the past two months that there has never been a shortage of someone to hold him when he is sleepy and upset. So now he and I must agree on how much holding time is appropriate. He has been winning lately for the sake of my head, but my arms and back have begun start protesting. As I type, he has woken himself up at 11:30pm after being sound asleep for only about 20 minutes. I am out in the living room trying to write a quick update, while Quinn is in bed (most likely thinking about moving to sleep in the guest room). So I'll really make this as quick as possible.

Quinn's dad and step-mom visited this past weekend and we got lots of good pictures!

Grandpa Dan meeting Abram for the first time.

Some of the first for-sure smiles.

Which turned into one of the first for-sure laughs.

Grandma Barbara was willing to take Abram whenever he was fussy and calm him down. Thanks, Grandma Barbara!!

The Grandpa Dan Hold. Works wonders on a gassy Babram.

Abram really likes to spit up on this shirt of Quinn's. He did a number on it just a few hours ago.

A happy and content baby...

... can turn into a not so happy baby over the course of a photo shoot.

The Smiths. Abram and I know what's up.

Zonked.

Fun, fun weekend. We have Aunt Hilary visiting next week, which will be our final family visit for the new Babram. Then we are going to Boise in February. We want to visit all those Idahoans and see how Abes does on a plane before we tote him over to the Arabian Peninsula to visit some close friends in March. Hopefully he proves himself to be a good traveler. The way it's going right now, I'm not feeling very optimistic. But if he can grow out of clothes overnight, he can grow out of fussiness that quickly, too.... right?

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  1. Yes. He can grow out of the fussiness that quickly. And, planes are louder than you remember them being. The plane is basically like a giant, expensive, white noise and bouncing machine to a little baby.

    Glad to hear you have had some semblance of a schedule :)

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