I don't know how he does it, but he manages to get chunkier and cuter every day...
Matthias's chin was the target for Lincoln's exploration the other day. He often gives "kisses" (although I'm sure that's not what they really are to him) by opening his mouth up wide and face planting against your face, then wiggling his tongue in and out. In case you're wondering, it tickles when he finds your neck instead of your cheek.
He paused to pose for me. What a champ, right?
Another great part about having Mom around was that she was able to get some pictures of Lincoln and I together. Hardly ever does that happen. It's great that Linc will know he had a mother during his first year.
We were all fancied up for church, so we had to capitalize and get a Grandma-Lincoln picture:
It was so cute to see Mom read Lincoln books. Of course, being a preschool teacher, she's a fabulous story teller. But on top of that, Lincoln would look up at her every 10 seconds or so and stare at her as if to say, "Is it true?"
We just loved spending time with Grandma! We spent lots of times in different stores, particularly Target and Walmart, to get this and that for some projects around the house. Those always seem to get done when she's around. Our apartment was a new place by the time she left and thanks to her I'm organized with even a little room to grow in this place.
We celebrated Matthias's birthday on the 14th and then Grandma babysat Linc while we went downtown overnight and ate some fabulous food (because that's what makes birthdays so much fun, right?). We were grateful to have a few dates while she was here. Thank you, Mom!!
I loved watching Lincoln watch Mom. He would stare at her as she told him fabulous things about being an "angel baby", a handsome boy, and all things nice. He ate up that attention like his first-morning feed. This is him watching Grandma:
One of my favorite things to do lately, now that we have a piano, is play with Linc. Most often he is not sitting in my lap, but every once in awhile I let him sit with me. He hasn't figured out that pushing down with his hand creates noise, but he mostly strokes the notes like a puppy dog, probably admiring their shine. We miss you, Grandma!








3 comments:
"And in this corner, fighting for the ultra ultra ultra heavyweight championship, Lincoln Cicotte!"
At this rate, sumo wrestling might be a more realistic goal.
"Bantha fodder!"
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