Colorado is wonderful. Every day is sunny and warm and then mid-afternoon to evening there is a little rain and/or thunder storm that rolls off the mountain to cool everything down and then the sun comes out just long enough to say goodnight before slipping down out of sight.
Austin and I have learned a lot about ourselves this summer. Mostly good things. Motherhood is even sweeter than I anticipated. I had two days of baby blues, but since then it's been mostly happy baby yellows. Life is simple. slow. thoughtful.
James has made a discovery. He has hands! These days he is either holding them together in front of his little chest or cramming as much of them as he can into his mouth. Austin and I can't help but laugh when we hear the loud "hand snacking" on the baby monitor when he loses his pacifier.
I'll never get tired of Austin saying, "What troubles you, my son?" In a dramatic voice when our baby boy gets concerned about something.
A few things to know about James:
He arches way back when you pick him up, as though he is trying to see everything around and above without missing anything. He stays stiffly arched until he is too tired, then and only then, will he slouch over my shoulder.
He doesn't like being swaddled. He wants his arms and legs free thank you very much.
He is still obsessed with ceiling fans.
Mornings are his favorite. I'm greeted with a very smiley boy first thing in the morning and after his morning nap. Afternoons are okay, and evenings are kinda cranky. Until daddy comes home anyway. Then he is all smiles. Which leads me to the next one.
James is a daddy's boy! When I'm out of ideas to calm him down, Austin takes over and James is immediately a happy camper. Baths were a very serious affair until daddy gave one and he was all smiles. I'll be nursing him and then daddy comes in and says a few words and James is too distracted to finish. He loves the sound of his voice and the touch on his tiny nose. And you know what? I love it!
In the words of Aunt Amber he is a "champion burper" I wouldn't have known. He is my first burper. :)
He has the saddest little frown. It breaks my heart.
At his two month check up he was placed in the 99 percentile for height, 97 percentile for head size and 72 percentile for weight... . :D He is a BIG BOY!
We've decided that James was born looking like Austin, then started looking like me, and now... he just looks like himself: James Luther Fife.
All in all, my transition to motherhood has been wonderful. I think it helps that I kinda like sewing, cooking, singing, playing, folding, and all those other "mom things" already, so for me this really is the dream job.