Week 7 (Sep 11-17)

A lot has happened this week.  Aldo now: smiles, coos and holds eye contact; recognizes my voice (his siren wail became silent when he heard my voice); and sleeps almost through the night (ok, this happened only once, last night, but I have hopes)

Check it out...

Grampa John and Grandma Kristine visited this week as you can see from the photo below.  We had amazing weather and a great time.

In this photo, Kristine is getting some quality time with Aldo.  I don't recall if this was Kristine's birthday, but Aldo was very sweet the entire day for her.  He gave her many smiles and coos and enjoyed a meal at Lakeside Pizza in Tahoe City - his first meal out.

Aldo and I had a trip to town on Thursday, in the stroller (which makes use of the carrier).  What a great day!  Aldo made it 2.5 hours and 4 stops without waking!  I was prepared with the diaper bag full of the essentials, but he didn't need a thing.  Take a look at one of the earlier posts to see the difference (in the carrier) between Aldo's earlier size and this week.

Saturday night John and Heather had me over for dinner.  I realize this picture is blurry but it was so much fun I had to include it.  Heather is holding Aldo (John in the background at the computer) while Aldo attempts to ride the wild Webster (black lab).  Just FYI, the salmon was amazing.  Oh, and Aldo made it halfway home from Tahoma before needing fed - I would complain but Saturday night he slept almost the whole night:  down at 9:30 p.m. and up at 7 a.m., with only a 3 a.m. feeding.  I'm not sure what got into him.

Here's the eye contact, smiling and cooing...and all in his Moses basket.  What a happy guy.

 

On one of our walks to the lake at Bristlecone park, a 7-year-old boy started a conversation with us.  "Can I look at him closer?" he asked.  "Sure, just no touching...How old do you think he is?"  "One week."  "Well, he's six weeks old and at one week he was even smaller than now."  "Oh."  "He really likes this breeze."  "Oh, well maybe he'll grow up to be a person, um, who tells the weather, what are they called?"  "A weatherman."  Silence.  "Yeah, maybe he'll grow up to be that."  I think now that the kid was expecting the bigger word, meteorologist.  "Um, he's drooling."