Growing Up

James looks particularly dapper in his sweat suit.

Daddy reads to James from Popular Mechanics.

     Well, James is definitely growing.  He's officially eight pounds as of his last doctor's visit, and he's outgrown several outfits now.  I looked at him this morning after I had dressed him in an outfit that started out too big for him only to see that his ankles and wrists were beyond hanging out.  Looking back at pictures of him from when he first came home just made it all the more real.  He's getting bigger and cuter by the day.

     Dare I say he's also turning into a better sleeper?  Patrick and I got him a humidifier that looks like an elephant and spews the mist out of its trunk and a sound machine that has a heartbeat sound.  We thought that perhaps using these things at night might help him sleep better.  So far, it seems to be going ok.  He stayed in bed all night the first night we had them, and last night he stayed in bed for a while too.  That's not to say that he was asleep the whole time, but small steps, right?  Of course, I might be premature in getting excited about that, but, as Patrick and I discussed just minutes ago, I do tend to be cautiously optimistic.  

     We did hear from our real estate agent earlier today with word that there is a person who is planning on putting in an offer on our house.  While I'm sure it won't be any kind of spectacular offer, we would pretty much take any offer at this point.  The only question is whether or not it will actually come in.  Again, I'm cautiously optimistic.  It would be really great to take James home to a house with a yard he can play in as he grows.  It would also be really great to not have to commute for forty-five minutes each way for work, as I know already how eager I'll be to get back home to my baby.  We'll see how it goes, and we'll keep you posted.