Coen,
Let me tell you that today was a great Sunday! The day started with another Coen-Bud breakfast (that means you just pounding down another 6 ounces of milk!) and following that, your daddy went to his baseball practice. I was there from 10am-12pm and by the time I got home you were ready for lunch!
Your mommy and I then put you in the stroller WITHOUT the car seat for the first time! You’re getting to be such a big boy! (Not Stay-Puffed Marshmellow Man-big as reported in previous blog post). You tried very hard to take a nap, but alas, you were just “kicky-kicky” most of the afternoon.
- Editors note: If you are reading for the first time, or in case Coen doesn’t want to go back and look it up, “kicky-kicky” just means that he is kicking his legs as if he’s riding a bicycle.
Another milestone later in the evening was you attempting to sit up all by yourself for the first time. Your mom encouraged me to go get this big orange marshmellow-looking chair for you to sit in, which has a very high back and locks in your chunky little legs very nicely. Well, I put it on the couch so Sully wouldn’t lick your face on the floor and started snapping off some pictures.
Coen Sitting Up
As you can see by the photos, you started out looking pretty interested in making this whole “sitting up by yourself” thing work out. Within about 3 minutes of you spinning around like a straw in a tall glass, you were clearly “done” with the orange chair as evidenced by the face you made here:
Coen aggrivated with sit up
Finally, you had another bottle around 10:30pm, a feeding time which your mom learned will not last much longer and then you’ll be 10-hour sleepy baby! (This may or may not happen, I’m OK either way, I like spending time with you and your mom just wants you to get your rest.) So, shortly after that bottle you fell asleep on my chest and your mom and I watched the end of the John Mayer concert in HD. Your mom likes to make fun of me because I didn’t think I’d like John Mayer until we went to his concert here in Atlanta where I learned that his hero was Stevie Ray Vaughn and this Mayer kid can shred, play the blues, you name it.
Anyhow, I wished I had taken a picture of you sleeping on my chest, but I didn’t want the flash to wake you up. Next time, I won’t miss the opportunity.
Love,
Dad
