Ivan with grandpa G. Contrary to what grandpa G says, Ivan knows exactly who he is and that his grandpa loves him very much!
Cuddles with grandma Ruby. Something about Grandma just chills Ivan out and he loves visiting out at their house - there's so much to see and do. For a little boy that loves the outdoors, there is no better place than a home where more doors than not lead outside!
Figuring out the world together.
Grandma Ruby always puts Ivan to sleep. She has the magical touch.
Sunshine sleepy baby.
Getting presents from uncle J and J! How fun! We've already read Runaway Bunny half a dozen times!
For some reason, Ivan looks like his dad here. Not that I've ever seen C take a bath in a sink of bubbles, but still.
I think it started to get not-fun around this time, so he was rushed into a towel and then a sleeper to snuggle, nurse, and go to bed. The next bath I gave him in this sink - he laughed through it. And now he's moved up to the kitchen sink because he's such a big boy!
We were waiting on my parents to get here for dinner. Ivan is always hungry and these days, so am I.
A very happy anniversary to my parents - 33 years, I believe. Along with my grandparents and C's parents, we've had some great examples of marriages and the dedication, love, and hard work it takes to be in that type of partnership.
Ivan has such a fun time at K's house. She is so sweet to cuddle him on days that both C and I are working! I know that when he is at her house that he is reading and playing on his tummy, that D (K's husband) comes home quickly from work for a little extra time with Ivan. I don't think we could ask for anything more than a wonderful couple that treats Ivan like one of their own.
K even indulges me and sends the best pictures of Ivan during the day!
My smiley double-chinned baby below. He's wearing a onesie that says "The best things come in small packages" - somehow I picked it up at a garage sale. How prophetic, huh?
And, getting some tummy play time. He's getting so strong and mobile!
First time in a long sleeved onesie, courtesy of Dad. For those who don't know, C has had the opportunity to stay home with Ivan since I went back to work when he was eleven weeks old. Dad and kiddo have bonded for sure. They actually came by my work today to visit and bring me lunch. Ivan garnered some intense attention and cuddling from what C calls "pretty PTs."
So I come home from work each night and Ivan nurses and nurses and nurses. He's a hungry little dude and he (from what I can tell) craves the comfort of nursing as well. Sometimes the feeding goes right up to bedtime and we end up changing the little guy's pants while he is flat out asleep.
Chubby baby face. Perfect eyes and nose and lips and those ears. And the big cheeks and chins.
Chubby wrist and hand.
Passed out (with me right there) on his awesome blue changing table (Dad cleaned it up and painted it for a neurotic Mom). I just kept laughing at the little guy - so so tired and wouldn't wake for anything.
One half of a modern, revolutionary, midwestern couple with a mini-me. We live on a small patch of land in the country, complete with three dogs, assorted guns, old trucks, and some bees. We like to create or fix about anything.