Where Has the Time Gone?

Man, our poor, un-photographed child! We have been moving this past week, so poor old Harvey hasn't had his picture taken in some time. Since I KNOW you are just dying to see him, this is a photo from yesterday.

Shew, we're back in the game! And no worries, he hasn't forgotten to smile as soon as he sees the camera.

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.

The living room when you walk in.

"Den"/Harvey play area.
Complete with a sleeping Harv.

Dining room.

View from the chair in the corner of the den. It's a pretty open floor plan. As Natalie put it "Now you're living room is so big, we can Jazzercise in here!". Mission accomplished.

Our bedroom.

Harvey's room. Still needs everything put on the walls. But he has 2 big windows he can look at in the mean time. :)

Guest room. A work in progress. But a sweet view.