He smiles brightly for Mamma, especially first thing in the morning, which helps make waking up easier! He is also quite the talker. He coos and gaga's often. We have wonderful conversations that I don't understand but help me get to know him so much better.
Caleb is extremely strong. The nurses said so when he was born, and nothing has changed. He could pull is head back at birth and now he can pretty much hold his head on his own. We have to be very careful since he looses his strength now and then, but he is quite amazing. Although he hates tummy time, he can push himself way up on his arms. He also enjoys standing on our laps and "jumping" up and down.
I don't know where he gets it, but he is growning like a beanpole. He was a modest 20" at birth but I think he's over 25" now. I'll give the official measurement next week when we go to the Dr. He's also over 13 lbs., but doesn't look that fat, except in his face. I think its all the length and muscle!
Here he is at about 2 weeks and then 2 months in his swaddler we fondly refer to as his straight jacket. He loves having his arms free, but when he does he wakes himself up! So we literally have to keep him from getting his arms free, which his contraption does wonderfully. As you can see, though, he is almost too long for it! I hope he gains some control of his arms soon.
He already took his first plane ride. We went to Colorado Springs to say goodbye to J-P's Grandfather Ted (where Caleb gets his middle name). He passed away soon after we left. It was a sad occasion, but a good trip.
I just had to include this picture. I call this "Caleb the drunken sailor". Mamma's milk is gooooood!