Here Grandparents

 I have been trying to capture more pictures lately of the everyday especially now that Caiden is making more faces and just changing so very much. I know at least his grandparents appreciate seeing all of this and I think I will look back and be glad I took these pictures too.

 It hasn't quite been as hot here lately but usually if we are just home Caiden doesn't wear clothes. He doesn't seem to mind and we thought we would train him early to be a minimalist. Minimalist, not nudist, please don't read that wrong.

 He is so expressive and we are staring to be able to read him better. He is very fun but makes everything take twice as long as it normally would. Without fail, whatever time we decide to eat dinner; he decides it's time for him to eat too. Babies have a knack for knowing when timing is not good and then they want to be held or fed, etc. They sure do teach you good lessons in selflessness. And they learn how to train you as parents. Two nights ago, we swaddled Caiden up good in hopes that he would sleep longer in the night. He sure did--almost 6 hours straight. But I didn't. I was worried that he wasn't waking up. Bob reminded me that was the hope, but I still couldn't go back to sleep. I pulled out books to see if it was normal for a 2 month old to sleep that long. Then I loosened his swaddle so he might wake up. And he did. And ate. Then woke up again later and I wished I had just let him sleep because I was still tired in the morning! And of course, the next night when I gave myself the pep talk over how great it would be to have that many hours in a row of straight sleep, he went back to his old pattern. Oh, that trickster. However, today, Caiden missed his opportunity for poor timing when he slept through us playing tennis with another couple. We just put him in his stroller with a blanket over him and got to play for a while. I joined a team that starts in September so I had to work on getting my groove back.

 Caiden is starting to like baths. And naked time. Maybe he is becoming a nudist--but I won't post pictures of that. We love seeing him wrapped up in his towel. Doesn't get much cuter than this.
Grandma Nadine sent these adorable socks a while back, and while he hasn't needed much clothing, his feet were so cold the other day so I put these on and had to take a picture because they are so cute.

 Later in the day we did put clothes on him when we went out to eat (we do know SOME boundaries) and people mentioned how cute his socks were. Thanks Grandma!

 Since Caiden was a breech baby, he had an ultrasound yesterday to determine if he has hip displacia (spelling?). We will find out the results soon. It was strange to have him being ultrasound-ed instead of me with him in my belly!

 We took a few mug shots of him today hoping to catch a smile, but no such luck. The boy does not perform. Guess we don't have an actor on our hands, which is fine by me.

 Below is midway through a sneeze. Now photographing that takes talent, or luck. Maybe I am getting a little better?

 My blue eyed boy. Counting down the days until they can't change anymore.

 This is what he has to say to so many pictures!

On a side note, I am turning 30 in November and used to dread it but not so much anymore now that I have Caiden. I did feel old a couple of times this week though. Once I was walking through Target in the baby boy section which turns to toddler then teenager then man clothing and I found myself getting choked up thinking of all the stages Caiden will go through. And hoping that skinny jeans for boys will be totally out by the time he is an adolescent. The second time is when I went to the dermatologist for them to check out a mole. Really, can't believe I am in that stage. Pretty soon I will have a pill box and be drinking prune juice daily. Anyway, the dermatologist had to remove the mole because it wasn't looking too great, and this demoralizing conversation ensued:
Dr: I am just going to remove the mole to be safe and send it off to the lab
Me: But I have had it since childbirth (thinking too, which luckily I didn't say out loud, that I wouldn't get to see it one last time or say goodbye. I truthfully wanted to take a picture, but again, I do have SOME boundaries, or social graces so to speak--although maybe not so much since I am admitting it here anyway)
Dr.: Well, it's kind of nasty. It's not exactly a beauty mark
Me: Ouch (to which I promptly stayed quiet after that)

Well, a few more months and on to my 30s, which I hear are really great even if they are full of mole removals and all.