43 Weeks

This little sober suds is 43 weeks this week. He wasn't feeling well today and the poor thing threw up all over himself and then went back to sleep in his crib. 

You can't tell very well from this picture, but his hair was completely matted and it had dried all over his eyebrows almost like hairspray. But he got a nice warm bath, and after some snuggles, he seemed to be feeling much better. Here's to hoping he's on the mend!

Nixon's first snow

It wasn't much (we're supposed to be getting MUCH more tonight), but it snowed. Nixon obviously wanted to go outside and try it out!

We don't really have snow clothes for him, so he sat on a tote lid. It let him experience the snow, without really having to get in it.

He wasn't so sure about in, in fact, he really didn't like it much.

He did however love eating it along with the rocks and twigs, but it was just a little too cold for him to enjoy for any length of time. I don't blame him though, I was a little chilled too!

Baby it's COLD outside!

What do you do when it's FREEZING outside and your heater stops running at full efficiency? You dress for the occasion!

Thanks to my sister-in-law Jandi for the adorable and warm hat! It makes me smile every time I see him in it!

42 Weeks

Nixon is 42 weeks and I think we're finally over the major spit up phase thank Heavens! It's also been super cold here, so we've mostly stayed in the house. I'm pretty sure he'll never really walk or crawl so I keep telling him he's just going to be the 12 year old that army crawls everywhere since he doesn't want to move more efficiently. ;) He's thrown more tantrums which I'm not really into, but he's also still so sweet it's hard to stay frustrated with him for too long.