Finally recovering from new-baby-hood, Christmas, re-adjusting to home life after Matt's Christmas break, etc. Things are going swimmingly (for the most part, but we have our days). I don't think I would ever recommend to intentionally have a baby that close to Christmas, though. Things were a bit, um... hairy.

James continues to be the world's easiest baby (touch wood). Eats well, sleeps well, goes to sleep by himself (it's a miracle!), and is generally happy and smiley with everyone. He's not a super big fan of the car seat, but as long as he's fed and dry, he tolerates it fairly well.

He had a little chuckle while I was changing his diaper last week; I'd forgotten how sweet that first little laugh is. And he's bringing everything he can get his hands on (which is basically: my hand, and his other hand) to his mouth. This one is definitely a thumb-sucker right now. Wil never was; so I'm trying to figure out how to swaddle him well enough so he sleeps, but leave out his hand so he can self-soothe (and keep sleeping). I'm also trying to figure out how I can sleep when he is making such a noisy, slurpy racket in the middle of the night. I can't believe how loud thumb-sucking can be!

James is also a very farty little boy... which is really good, because it's not hurting him the way it did for Wil. I can't even count the hours I spent sitting on the couch with Wil, pumping his legs and rubbing his belly...

While I'm glad my kid can get rid of the gas on his own, man, is he stinky! Like a tiny little rhino or a hippo or something very, very stinky. I thought babies were supposed to smell nice all the time?!?

Wil is doing really well with the big brother thing. Not much jealousy, and he really loves to hold and hug and kiss his brother. The wanting-to-carry-him is a little worrisome though.

We started going to a parented playschool class... I'm not really doing it so my kid will be the next Einstein or anything (though it would be nice if Wil sort of 'got' the school thing before grade 1 or kindergarten), but it gets us out of the house, and Wil really likes it. He likes the songs, and the gym time, and the crafts. My God, how he loves the crafts. He got his very own glue stick! Wheee! And I now get to display "art" on my fridge - a firetruck with a hose and a ladder glued on, and one red squiggle, because I convinced Wil he needed to use something other than the glue (very, very briefly).

That's all for now... I can't even believe the kids napped this long!

I have James' birth story all written up but it really needs some editing... maybe I'll try to do that tomorrow...