Growing up... but not too fast

I still have a really hard time falling asleep at night, crying hour after hour in somebody's arms, but I feel like I am growing little by little. I am becoming more active during the day, interacting with the people around me a lot more than before: following them with my eyes, moving my arms in their direction... It still looks like I don't really know what I am doing but trust me, I amslowly getting there. Smiling has also become my specialty, showing my half-moon-eyes as mom and dad call it: nobody can resist that and be sure that I will be re-using this trick when I am older to get my parents to et me do whatever I want.

Nobody can resist my smiles!

I still can't move by myself: mom is training me everyday by putting me on my tummy, hoping I will turn around. Being in this position for a few minutes is ok, but not too long: being stuck upside down is not much fun, I feel like a turtle (the other way round though) that would not be able to go back on its four feet. Cinnamoroll has become my best friend, he is so cute with his long ears, I'll drag him everywhere with me when I am older.

Training with mommy: one day I'll be able to catch my toys I can even bring my hand into my mouth every time I try: still lacking a little coordination to only stick my thumb in there though.My best friend: Cinnamoroll

Growing, yes, but not too fast. Cuddling in mom or dad's arms is my favorite activity, falling asleep close to them. And I still need diapers...

I am telling you, mom fell asleep first.

When I am really tired, I can fall asleep in any kind of position

Changing diapers, not always so much fun

Exercizing

Just after a month of life, I am already full of energy: even though I am now super quiet and nice at home after giving a little bit of a hard time to my parents during my first weeks, I need to move a lot and spend all that energy. I can spend hours cuddling with mom and dad but I sure don't want to become a couch-potato.

Exercize is the answer, I follow mom and dad wherever they go: mom started climbing again a week ago and I was there. I am already the new star at the gym, everybody thinks I am super cute and that it won't be long before I start going up the wall too. I want to go there again often, see how mom gets back into shape: it is a little hard for her, she has to take it slow so that the scar does not re-open.
Last week-end, we all went rollerblading: me in my stroller and mom or dad pushing it. It was a lot of fun, I really enjoyed the sun, the little bumps on the path. We even tried doing jumps and stunts on the ramp: I called it figure-strolling, this is the next Olympic discipline.
Next is running: mamma can't wait to go jogging again, and spend hours with me discovering the area. Soon.

On Wednesday, we also got a new car, a biiiiig one, my new car. Mine. It has everything I need there: a big trunk for my stroller, a bunch of space in the back so I can comfortably sit during long drives, and more important than anything, my own cup-holder. I can't really reach it so far but I am sure it will come in handy when I need to let go of my milk bottle.
One thing for sure, both papa and mamma love it: it is roomy, easy to drive, has very nice visibility, gentle on the baby and has a bunch of equipment. Be prepared to see us go everywhere with it.

I am a real stunt now, you should see all the jumps I can doDad's turn to push me down the ramp

My new ride