Rowan is three months old today! It's been the craziest month of his WHOLE life (which encompasses an impressive 90+ days).
We decided to fly to Utah to visit his great gramps very last minute about three weeks ago. We bought some tickets and I googled things to pack when traveling with a wee one. I was a lucky duck to fly out with my mom instead of braving Row's first flight on my lonesome. I was anticipating a very tiring trip, but Rowan did amazing! I wanted to give him a gold star sticker, but he would probably just try to eat it and choke.
Rowan is about as far from a vanilla personality as possible. He is extremely expressive and will absolutely not do something until he is good and ready. This should have been apparent to me from the beginning when he refused to get out of my uterus until he felt like it. He loves to exert his independent personality most when eating. If he doesn't have his optimal eating conditions, there is nothing on God's green Earth that will convince him to eat. It's the best when I can hear his tummy growling and he is very obviously hungry, but will continue to arch his back as far as possible to get away from me. I thought I would be pretty comfortable nursing in public settings, but Row makes it almost impossible due to his acrobatics. He is still chunking out a little each day (we are starting to fit into 9 month clothing over here), so I am pretty sure he is getting what he needs. Maybe I make cream instead of 2%? I was feeling really sad about his apparent dislike for being near me, but I have started to notice he might not think I am the absolute worst person in the world. We have been visiting a ton of family recently and he loves to ham it up with them for a bit. Whenever he starts to cry and promptly gets passed back to me, he just quiets down and cuddles into my shoulder. Heart melting moments happening over here. He manages to be an incredibly sweet kiddo whilst also being one stubborn little dude.
He is really close to rolling over if he could just figure out his arms. I usually cut off tummy time when the vein on his left temple starts to pulse a little bit too hard. He was doing fabulous at sleeping before we left on our trip. He went through a bout of waking up every 45 minutes for two nights and I was pretty sure I was going to be institutionalized after that. I was so tired and crazy that I forgot which side of the road to drive on. He has finally gotten into a bit better sleep pattern which I am sure will vanish when we fly his poor self across the country again.
This has also been a rough month for me being away from that handsome dad of his. Three weeks is three times too long to be away from a face like that. That balding baby of mine is waking up! Who knows, maybe I will have time this month to write about something non-baby related? Here's the three month picture extravaganza
Rowan is about as far from a vanilla personality as possible. He is extremely expressive and will absolutely not do something until he is good and ready. This should have been apparent to me from the beginning when he refused to get out of my uterus until he felt like it. He loves to exert his independent personality most when eating. If he doesn't have his optimal eating conditions, there is nothing on God's green Earth that will convince him to eat. It's the best when I can hear his tummy growling and he is very obviously hungry, but will continue to arch his back as far as possible to get away from me. I thought I would be pretty comfortable nursing in public settings, but Row makes it almost impossible due to his acrobatics. He is still chunking out a little each day (we are starting to fit into 9 month clothing over here), so I am pretty sure he is getting what he needs. Maybe I make cream instead of 2%? I was feeling really sad about his apparent dislike for being near me, but I have started to notice he might not think I am the absolute worst person in the world. We have been visiting a ton of family recently and he loves to ham it up with them for a bit. Whenever he starts to cry and promptly gets passed back to me, he just quiets down and cuddles into my shoulder. Heart melting moments happening over here. He manages to be an incredibly sweet kiddo whilst also being one stubborn little dude.
He is really close to rolling over if he could just figure out his arms. I usually cut off tummy time when the vein on his left temple starts to pulse a little bit too hard. He was doing fabulous at sleeping before we left on our trip. He went through a bout of waking up every 45 minutes for two nights and I was pretty sure I was going to be institutionalized after that. I was so tired and crazy that I forgot which side of the road to drive on. He has finally gotten into a bit better sleep pattern which I am sure will vanish when we fly his poor self across the country again.
This has also been a rough month for me being away from that handsome dad of his. Three weeks is three times too long to be away from a face like that. That balding baby of mine is waking up! Who knows, maybe I will have time this month to write about something non-baby related? Here's the three month picture extravaganza
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| He loved riding the rhino until he didn't |
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| Loving all over our beautiful new landlord |
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| Momma Mia turned Rowboat into a football |
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| His kisses might even be better than his Dad's |
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| He obviously loved the pumpkin patch. He actually did love his little pumpkin feet though |
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| It's rough to be adored |
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| Eating Indian food with Miss Stylish Maori over here |
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| Selfies with the cousins |
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| Great Granny Lout and Great Pop Pop |
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| Pumpkin patch with cousin Macy |
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| Reading during our three hour car ride |
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| Loving Grandma Warden |
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| Aunt Sars |
