Easter Hats

Well I'm a little behind on posting but I did have a great first Easter. It was my first time staying the night at Grammy and Pap-pap's house, too. I got to meet all my aunts and uncles and cousins... Plus the Easter bunny came for a visit. I'm too little for candy and Easter egg hunting but the bunny did bring me some new hats for my basket. Pretty cute, right?

My first bottle

Because I'm such a fantastic eater, the doctor thought it might be time for mom and dad to introduce me to the bottle. Mom is planning to go back to teaching yoga in June so I won't really need to eat from a bottle until then but the doctor thought it might be a good idea for me to try out eating from a bottle now so I everyone would be ready. It was nice to eat with dad for a change and Jack was even standing by to help out.

One month check up

Perhaps you remember that at my very first doctor's appointment a few days after I was home from the hospital, I was already back to my birth weight. Three weeks later, I gained almost three whole pounds! I now weigh 11 pounds, 7 ounces and am 23 inches long. Now you can see why my dad has given me a new nickname - Wildebeest. (That gets added to my other nicknames: Willard, Kaiser - after Kaiser Wilhelm - and my favorite, Grunty McGee.) I also got my first shot. Luckily my big brother was there to hold my hand so I didn't have to cry too much. All in all, I successful trip to the doctor's for all of us. I can't wait until I'm big enough to get a sticker. Though word on the street is that only the big brothers get stickers.

You can tell by my blurry arms and legs in the picture that I have been wiggling up a storm. In fact, I was moving around so much that you can barely see the Tweety bandaid on my left leg. Maybe by the time I see everyone at the Cape, I'll be rolling over. Or If I keep eating at this rate, I may be just too fat to roll over. Hahaha.

Love,
Will

Bathtime!

Finally my gross umbilical cord stub fell off and my belly button healed up so mom and dad could give me a proper bath in the baby tub. I had a few sponge baths before this, which I did not like at all. I included a picture of that, too. You can see that I was so upset that I was crying and needed a pacifier for that ordeal. Well this was MUCH better. I know it doesn't really look like it by the expressions on my face in these pictures - in fact, I look kind of cranky - but I really did enjoy the warm water.

Love,
Will