Pancake Wars

On the way to school this morning, Gabriel was finishing his breakfast of mini pancakes. He was sort of banging them against each other with load banging-against-each-other sound effects.

Then he would look at one pancake and ask, "Are you ok, pancake? Yes? ok." And then bang them together again.

Kid cracks me up.

The Jed Bartlet of the Preschool Set

If you're familiar with the character of Jed Bartlet from The West Wing, you might also have seen actor Martin Sheen put his jacket on in a unique way. Check it out about 2/3 of the way through this clip:

Gabriel is either preparing for life as an accomplished actor or to run for president. (He already has a Hispanic name, so perhaps we should start thinking of stage names for him...)

Random Photos 2

These pictures are from two and three months old.

At G's 2 month well-check appointment, he was:
weight: 12 pounds 12 ounces (75%)
height: 23 1/2 inches (75%)
head circ: 40.2 cm (50%)

I hope this is the first of many mohawks!

G is a very smiley, happy baby most of the time.

It's pretty easy to get him to smile and laugh.

He doesn't really splash and play yet,
but he doesn't dislike bathtime.

Sleepy little baby. This was at the Rojo
Family gathering in Houston. Gabriel got
to meet one of his new cousins named Easton.
(Yes, there are two.)

Two Month Old Letter

Dear Gabriel,

Today you are 2 months old. You have changed so much since that moment when the doctor placed you on my chest.

At 7 pounds 11 ounces, you were much smaller than I expected you to be…possibly because you came 9 days before your due date. I did not complain about your timing or your size because I was really ready for you to be born. And I really was worried about a large baby leading to c-section. Since that day, your chicken legs have developed into fat baby thighs, and your sweet little face now has the start of chubby cheeks.

You’re growing so fast. You eat a lot! We got off to a pretty rough start with breastfeeding because you were tongue-tied, and I didn’t know it. After we got that fixed when you were about 3 weeks old, things started to improve. And now, thank goodness, you nurse just fine.

I started trying to get you to sleep in your crib, but you’re not a very big fan of that idea. Sometimes you’ll sleep in there for an hour or so, but then you cry until I come get you. Mostly, you sleep in the bed with me right now. I don’t want this to last very long, but it’s the only way I’ve found so far that we can both get sleep. And now that you’ll sleep next to me instead of on my chest, it’s not so bad. Of course, your dad is sleeping on the couch, so we’re going to have to get you into your own bed sometime soon.

You make a lot of noises. You grunt and squeak a lot…so much that one of your nicknames is Grunty McSqueakers. In the past couple of weeks, you’ve started cooing as well. Sometimes we have little conversations wherein I speak English and you coo back at me. You’ve also begun to smile. I love when you smile at me, though I am as yet unsure whether it is purposeful smiling or just happenstance. It’s incredibly cute either way.

Having you in my life is amazing. It’s still a miracle that your daddy and I made you from scratch, that I carried you in my body while you grew, and that you’re here. I love you so much. I can’t wait to meet the person you grow up to be.

Love,

mommy