Little Fella

Ezra is coming up on 7 months now and I've written nothing about him since his birth story!  Well, son, that's what you get for depriving me of sleep and sanity--no time or brain for writing. 

Here are some things about this little hunk of burnin' love:

Ezra, you are HAP. PY.  You have a smile and a "wiggle of happiness" for your sisters and Mom and Dad all day long.  You want to put your hands on everybody's faces and put your forehead to theirs.  You know your sisters can be a bit rough and tumble with you but you forgive them every time and still shriek with joy at their sight.  They do the same to you, by the way.  After six months, they are still excited every single time they see you. 

You are HUN.GRY.   You have eaten every two hours or more since birth, night or day, with few exceptions.  In spite of this, you are still sort of  a shrimp (at six months you were at the 1st percentile, dropping from the 6th at 4 months).  We've been adding formula and coconut oil to your rice cereal to try to beef you up and especially to get you to sleep a little longer!

From the time you were born, if I laid you on your back you would start choking.  Even to change your diaper.  So I NEVER put you down.  I would hold you constantly.  Even to go potty (too much information?).  You slept on my chest and I gave you the fastest diaper changes ever so that I could scoop you right back up.  You grew out of this after about 3 weeks, but by then you had learned that mama's arms are where you belonged and you didn't want to be put down. Ever.  I could rock you to sleep for 45 whole minutes and the second I laid you in your bed, can you guess what would happen? Eyes open, out comes a wail...  at about 2 months we bought you a swing and basically you lived there for a while.  That freed up my arms a little during naptimes, but you were still constantly eating, even at night. We are still working on that and you are currently spending half of each night in the pack and play in our closet and half in your swing in the corner of our bedroom.

Don't worry, babies are always that color.

Grandma Clive was there to see you come into this world, this was probably an hour after you were born.

Man time. 10 days old

11 days old

One month old

six week check up with Midwife Lucy Ferguson, the woman who aptly unwrapped your neck from the cord and then calmly got you to take your first breath using mouth to mouth.  She's an angel and has sworn to someday tease you for being your first kiss :)

I can't find a date on this one but I'm guess about 1.5 months, just as the smiles are coming.

 

3 months old with Grandpa Marcel



4 months old with your fan club presidents

5 months old-- rockin that sweater vest!

 

six months old! wearing one of the many Yankees outfits Gramps (Clive) sent you.  You are such a little man!

first bite of solid foods, you loved it then you hated it then you loved it again.  You are a little hard to read regarding food right now! six months

six months with some of your baby buddies: Rachel and Dean S, Mason F, Tommy S, and you and Lucy True H are the ones flailing your arms around--6 months

 

You are LOV.ED.  You are a treasure to us.  We have so many hopes and dreams for you, but above all, we hope that you learn to love truth and righteousness and cling to them, so that no matter what else comes into your life, you can weather it.  You are a strong and smart man, with a deep capacity to love and bless others.  I can see it.  I know it.  Because I'm your mother.