Lately, he's started giving us big smiles, and they're unbelievably heartwarming.
The kids still adore him...quite often when I leave him in his swing to go to another part of the house I hear,
"Mom, guess who's coming too???"
and then I see Amos carrying Ward wherever we're going to.
I probably shouldn't admit to this one, but it's pretty classic...
This morning I woke up, half an hour after Ward usually wakes me up. I was a little worried that he wasn't making any noise, so I went right in to check on him. Except, he was not in his bed. At. All. I wasn't scared, my first thought was,
"Did I put him to bed somewhere else last night?"
I am losing it. A quick walk down the hall to the living room found Amos playing quietly next to Ward, who was happily swinging away, tucked in with a one of a kind lion gygi.
Last week Ward got himself a belly button. He was born with an umbilical hernia, that in the words of the surgeon, was "grotesque." Generally, they wait a year or two to do anything about an umbilical hernia, but apparently grotesqueness qualifies you for immediate resolution. Ward was a great little patient, and his recovery has been smooth.
His was a total hit with the nurses, and not many people can claim they have a "man made" belly button.
That's about it, so here's my tough guy at three months:
Who would put those silly glasses on him, you might ask?