Questions!

Abhy has entered the much-anticipated "Asking Questions" phase. No Why's yet, but about a billion What Is This? What Is That? type questions. Very entertaining!

Yesterday we took the bus downtown, and then another to Oak Bay. To pass time, we looked out the window and talked about what we saw. On the way back, we were the only passengers who got on at the Depot. Every passenger who entered the bus after us was subject to a very loud, "That a MAN, Mama? That guy a MAN?" By the time we reached our destination, only one man had boarded the bus.

And about 20 elderly ladies.

My Silly Babies

Why are babies so durn cute? (4 months old)

Well, I am having a hard time believing that my wee guy is four months old already. I feel like time is going by rapidly . I suppose that's because I am so much busier with a toddler; I'm not noticing/paying attention to every tiny thing like I did when Abhy was small. Here are some recent shots of the little guy.

I'm sorry!

This blog has been terribly neglected lately.  We've been so busy.  I can't even really pinpoint exactly what we've been doing that is taking up so much of our time.  I guess we're just busy living.   

I have a whole bunch of posts to make.  In the meantime, here are some recent pictures of the boys. 

Fearghus Photo Post (image heavy)

These are Paddington Bear's boots.  They were unceremoniously stolen and placed on Fearg's feet.




Trying out a smile.
And again.
Chatty too!
And tired of wearing boots.  

Baby Spaceman

I thought I'd make a post about our new babe.  He is nine weeks old today.

An easy and uneventful pregnancy.

Fearghus Sterling Dra was born on February 8th, at 9:20am, in my bathroom.  His birth was unassisted by any medical professional.  In fact, Papa was at hot yoga that morning and missed the whole show.  My good friend Lindsay was the only person present, staying with Kiddo (asleep in the bedroom).  Labour was just over two hours; Fearghus was born into my own hands.

Just thirty minutes old.  First nurse.

Empowering.

He is a very different baby from his big brother.  He seems to be more sensitive to changes in his environment, and tends to be a bit melancholy.  He doesn't sleep nearly as much.  Even though I knew I would have different children, I think subconsciously I expected them to be the same.

When he is awake, he is very alert and curious.  Chatty and excitable.

He's been struggling with systemic yeast and has been appropriately fussy.  He would qualify as "colicky", according to the AAP criteria.  It's tough to have a baby who always seems unhappy.

I'll post a birth story as soon as I get around to writing one.

Welcome, little Spaceman.