i'm a sweet pea

Happy Halloween 2005

Love,
Trevor

daddy time

In the evenings, Todd and Trevor like to chill and snuggle on the futon. Dad likes the coos and squeals that Tre makes as he "fake sleeps" (amazing how he suddenly wakes up if you try to put him in the crib!) in order to cuddle.

mobile

Trevor has discovered the mobile on his changing table and watches transfixed for about 10 minutes. Because he is a collicky baby, this offers a much needed distraction so that I can grab a shower or something to eat. We were so excited about the changing table mobile, we bought another one for the crib hoping to extend that 10 minutes of quiet to 20.

big boy bath

Yeah! No more umbilical cord! Trevor had his first big boy bath last night and seemed to enjoy it much more than the sponge baths. We love how he looks like a "little man" in the bathrobe as well as the smiles, which finally aren't just related to gas :)

hungry caterpillar gone awry

We love Eric Carter's book, "The Hungry Caterpillar" so Grandma Linda knitted this caterpillar blanket and Trevor is donning a caterpillar outfit (which he wore for all of 5 minutes before soaking with spit-up!). I'm not sure Tre is convinced that the giant caterpillar is a friendly one; he seems prepared for a sudden attack. . . perhaps "hungry" is a rather frightening adjective.

a visit from the pittsburgh rental units

Grandpa Rick and Grandma Judy paid a visit this weekend. The T-Man is their first grandchild. Don't they look proud?

Chubster

Erin and I have always agreed that a portly baby is preferable to an undersized one (aka skeletor). While this picture looks exaggerated because of his stance/clothing, it proves Trevor is well on his way to our definition of health and ultimate cuteness.

the miraculous swing

When my cousin Erica lent us her baby swing, we had no idea how invaluable it would become. Motion (the car, going on a walk, or being in the swing) soothes Trevor and puts him to sleep. Sometimes, the swing is our saving grace for a moment of sanity after much fussing and crying. It also allows us to eat dinner, pick-up, or catch a quick catnap - of course the music option leaves us with "The Farmer in the Dell" playing over and over in our heads.

doing laundry

I've tried to resist posing little Tre in unnatural positions/locations, but it is ever so hard when he is so very miniature. Here he is in a laundry basket at 2.5 weeks old (weighing 8-9 pounds).

smiles?

While we realize that his smiles are likely unrelated to us at this point, it is still nice to pretend.

its the end of the world as I know it....

and I don't feel fine. As much as we'd like to pretend that Trevor is happy 24/7, the more peaceful moments depicted on this blog site are interspersed with screaming sessions (mostly digestion related). Here he is on my lap late at night trying to work things out.