If you take the time to watch the video and ignore my annoying mommy voice the whole time, you'll notice that he is a talker. Kendrick loves to talk and coo for me, and it's the sweetest thing in the whole world. He also loves to talk to Lydia and Ammon. Brigham is always extremely jealous. However, my mom is the one that got him to laugh for the first time at Stake Conference. Talk about jealous. It was the cutest little baby laugh ever and I CANNOT get him to do it for me. Boy do I try.
Kendrick also loves blowing raspberries. When you blow them at him, he gets the biggest grin and immediately does it back. It's probably because he loves spit and drool so much. I always say he's rabid, because it looks like he's foaming at the mouth with his lips constantly covered in a layer of bubbles and drool trailing down his chin and soaking the collar of his shirt.
It's probably because he loves to stick his tongue out over and over again. And when he wants a toy or tries to grab it, he sticks out his tongue and furrows his brow in concentration.
Kendrick is just barely showing any interest in toys and still has a hard time holding onto them. He mostly prefers his hands and loves to clasp them together and then bring them to his mouth to suck on them.
Kendrick has his first official blowout. Poop up the back and out the sides. So much fun for me. Don't ever let your babies poop while in the jumpy-chair. Brigham reminded me we learned that the hard way with Ammon, and I should have known better. Whoops. It probably didn't help that I'm still stuffing him in size one diapers, trying to use up the ones we have left.
Speaking of jumpy-chair. We finally set it up for this little guy and he is so funny in it. He always wants to be sitting up - straining in his car seat and chairs, and even on the floor, to sit up - and for some reason, he thinks the bumpo, which could help him stay sitting up, is made by the devil, so this chair keeps him happy...for a few minutes anyway.
These two videos are the first time we put him in it. He is now much better at the bouncing.
Baby boy sleeps through the night (except for the one week he had a cold) and like clockwork falls asleep at 10:30 pm and then wakes anywhere between 6:30 am - 8:30 am. He unfortunately already wakes up to noise in the mornings, so with Brigham getting ready for work and our squeaky closet doors, I'm ready to move Kendrick to his own room. Usually I wait until six months, but I'm pretty much there already. I'm just not sure it'll be any better in his room - he'll probably just wake up to the kids getting up for school.
Before you go on thinking he's some sort of sweet, innocent dream baby, let me tell you what he's like during the day.
Besides crappy napping skills, this little boy sure has a temper. He already throws fits like a two-year old. I was trying to clean the house and hold him at the same time to keep him from crying, but since he kept screaming, I decided what was the point of holding him? He can cry just as easy in his chair as in my arms, and I can clean twice as fast. And that, folks, is my life.
I was checking out at the grocery store and I realized everyone was looking at me uncomfortably, and then I realized it was because Kendrick was crying in his car seat. I knew he was crying and had already tried giving him his binkie and rocking his car seat, but I'm so used to tuning out the crying that I sort of forgot that I should probably hurry. And that not everyone else is used to it too. I laughed to myself and booked it out of there.
He starts out good in the morning, and as the day progresses he gets crankier and crankier. I'm always so relieved when Brigham gets home. I can't complain TOO much, he's not the worst ever. Just high maintenance. And the older he gets, the easier he is to distract and the longer he goes being half decent. Let's just say I get a lot of pacing done in the evenings.
Although he's quick to cry, he does calm down with work and I can handle that. He is quick to smile too and that sure helps. I think he is just an emotional baby. When music plays he can't decide whether to smile or frown, and sometimes it makes him break out into the most soul-wrenching cry. Like he has been devastated beyond belief. I think it stirs his emotions and he doesn't understand what to do with those feelings.
This video is Kendrick at two months.
And this one at three months.
It's fun to see how much he's grown.
I'd forgotten how hard the first couple of months after having a baby are. So many hormones, so much change, so many adjustments. I'm still learning how it is to be so tied down again. With Lydia and Ammon older and independent, I've had a more difficult adjustment than I thought I would. I keep finding myself in the mind frame that this is just temporary and I'll be able to have my life back tomorrow. Hahaha, then I remember, nope. Life change. Good life change, and exactly what I wanted, but my freedom is drastically limited all the same. I also forgot how I don't really enjoy the first couple months of babies. I know that makes me sound terrible. But I don't. I really love it around two months when they start to get personalities, and schedules, and wake up to the world. So this last month has been good as things start looking up a bit more. Not to mention the gray Washington winter weather and rain doesn't help with the feeling trapped.
Kendrick still loves his food, always wanting to eat earlier than is time. He spits up, but not too badly. He has a fantastic receding hairline and I'm really interested to see what color his hair grows back in as. Will it stay dark, or turn blonde like Ammon's? He's doing much better in his car seat, though it's still not his fav. His favorite way to be distracted is to undress him. He loves his feet and legs being massaged, and when he's fussing out in public, I'll often take his socks off or one leg out of his sleeper and rub them to keep him quiet. He has the longest, most perfect lashes that curl in just the perfect way. People say he looks just like a Gerber baby and I say I just love him. Our whole family is smitten.
If you can't tell.