Some Harv updates. He sleeps through the night consistently now. Pretty sweet 7pm-630/7am. We're loving that! He eats 3 square meals a day and guzzles 4 big bottles. He really wasn't a big eater until just the last week or so. He would struggle to eat a 4 oz jar of food a day and take 4-5 ounces in a bottle a few times a day. But now, he eats a big bowl of oatmeal with 1/2 jar of fruit in the morning, 1 jar of veggies with the remaining 1/2 jar fruit, and 1 jar of fruit or veggie with oatmeal before bed. Perhaps that's why he sleeps so well. He now falls into a food coma in the evening. Fine by me!
And....drumroll please......he can roll over! Well, one way anyways. He's almost sitting up now, and I realized it's ridiculous that he can do that but not roll over. Give me a break! So I've been putting him on his stomach and leaving him when he screams in hopes he would get so angry he would roll over. Instead, he would get so mad and start hitting the floor with his chubby little hands. So we had to go with a more hands on approach. On Sunday John and I would help him get his arm situated and then pull his little leg over if we had to. Eventually he figured out how to (mostly) do it on his own. Then yesterday I put him on his tummy, turned around, and *presto!*. He was on his back! He did it a few ore times before there was fist pounding floor action. So he can do it if he wants to---he just doesn't really want to. And rolling back to front---in your dreams. Anytime I even act like I'm going to roll him on his side he gets as stiff as a board and throws his arms out. Uh-uh, not gonna do it! I put toys next to him trying to entice him, and he just reaches over and pulls them to his mouth. And if that doesn't work, he's content to stare at the ceiling and chew his hands/bib/shirt/stare into nothing-ness. So stubborn. No idea where that comes from.
Here are a few pictures from the new place. Still some things we want to do, but this is it for now.