Heather's Visit

Heather (my childhood friend of 15 years!) spent most of her birthday on an airplane to come visit us! And we were so glad she did! I spent most of her visit trying to make her stop changing diapers and doing dishes. :)

We had lots of late night chats, and it was an incredibly fun weekend. And before she left, she had become the latest Twilight series addict!

Littlest Cougar Fan

The college football season has begun (a fact that was certainly not missed in this household!) and Ian enjoyed his first Cougar game in style. Look how happy he is that BYU won!

He Sits!

Ian is getting good at sitting up, though after a few seconds he usually begins to slouch forward enough to do a face plant, or arches his back and throws himself onto his back. He laughs when that happens on the nice, springy bed, but has learned it hurts to hit his head on the floor. So until he gets a little more control, he will practice some more on the bed.

You may have also noticed that he has discovered his toes! Toes, toys, hair and mommy and daddy's faces have become facinating these last few weeks.

Swaddled No More

Ian told me on Tuesday that he didn't want to be swaddled at naptime anymore. I was a little skeptical at first, thinking that he would change his mind as soon as his scratchy little fingernails started investigating his sleepy face. But the real hang-up was actually the sneaky fingers that kept plucking the pacifier from his mouth just as he was drifting off to sleep. His droopy eyelids would pop wide open in irritation everytime it happened, as if those naughty little fingers were not connected to the same consciousness. SO funny.

After watching those little "thieves" for 10 minutes, and replacing the binkie myself each time, I started guiding Ian's fingers to a blanket his Great Mamma (Great Grandma Searles) made for him, hoping the pacifier would be left alone. Sure enough, after 10 minutes of that, Ian's need to be swaddled had been overcome. We haven't swaddled him since, at naptime, or during the night.

I am actually feeling a little bit sad about this -- it is an unmistakable sign that he is growing up. However, I recognize that the swaddling was getting out of hand -- though he insisted on being tightly wrapped, he would usually work his hands free before you could even turn your back. And then he would cry. So, no more swaddling is a good thing.