My New Job

A good friend, who knows the mommy-hood road very well and the teacher road very well, told me that being a mom is waaay easier than teaching. I took her word for it. And you know what? So far she's right.

When I was teaching, at least three times a day I'd have to gain and maintain the attention of 20 some-odd 6 year-olds, teach them things, and keep them from hurting each other and myself.

Now that I'm a mommy, at least three times a day I have to deal with something waaaay more fun.

The boy takes three naps a day and this is how I get to wake him up every. single. time.

My little yellow pea pod sleeping peacefully.

After I've released his arms from swaddling bliss.

He does the usual streeeeetch.
And then he goes back to sleep. Wait. Did he ever really wake up? Wake up, baby!

He thinks that's pretty funny. At least I know he can hear me, even if he doesn't open his eyes.
Another good stretch.
And he's awake!

That's right. Three times a day. Seriously. I need to eat him.

More of The Boy!

We've been having fun adjusting to life with our little boy. Here are a few shots of what he's been up to. I'm warning you this is a long post. But it must be long because I feel it's my duty to share this cuteness with the world.

I'll start with Christmas. Caleb was a shepherd in the annual family nativity story. He makes a fine shepherd, if I do say so myself. Joseph was exceptional this year, as you can tell by his face as he sits on the Angel Gabriel's lap.

Grandma Y took all the grandkids to Build-A-Bear for Christmas. Caleb was going to be content with just a cute little black bear but, after further thought, decided his bear would like to be a Bronco's fan. Zack and I made t-shirts to help us feel more connected to our baby over the ocean in Ethiopia. Caleb is sporting the Giraffe version. I'll do another post about the t-shirts later.

Everyone needs a picture of their baby in a bath towel just after a bath. Our baby is cuter than all the other babies, though.

Caleb's starting to wear bigger clothes. He went from wearing 0-3 month clothing to 6-9 month clothing. We do, however, have to roll the pants up a bit. He may be 70% in his weight, but he's only 30% for his height. Zack says he's a teapot-- short and stout. I have to agree. Thanks to D'Nellie for what I think is my favorite outfit of his right now!

The puppies have adjusted well to having Caleb around. McKay likes his blankets and toys. Maxwell likes his face.

Both dogs like it when he throws the ball. Dad has to help, but I'm sure he'll be gripping a ball on his own soon.

Caleb likes to be on his back so I rigged up a "mobile" of sorts and attached it to the fan in our room. He LOVES it. Don't ask me why. It just hangs there. No lights. The toys don't even move.

I figured if he likes to look at toys dangling over his head then he must have a real mobile. We got one over the weekend and he thinks its the greatest thing since sliced bread. At least I think that's what he thinks. He didn't actually say those words, but I'm pretty sure that's what he would say if he could talk.

He's sitting in a high chair now. He hasn't a clue what to do if I stick food in his mouth, so right now it's his reading chair.

Zack thinks he'll be walking before he crawls. Who needs crawling anyway?

And lastly, here are a few shots of his cheeks...er, face. I seriously don't know how I get anything done, what with all the cheek kissing that must go on at my house. It must.

Here's a pensive face. Staring at a toy.

Then the toy moves!

LOVE his eyes.

...and his cheeks.
"Must that camera be in my face ALL day?"Yes. Yes it must.