Long walks with him in the stroller to both keep him happy and help him sleep. I think we have walked around Lincoln Park about 700 times.
The weekend in September that Lelaine went away with book club - this was the first time when I was with him on my own. I didn't tell Lelaine this, but I was terrified. It ended up going well, and included Jack's first metro ride, his first block party/beer festival, and purchasing a little baby viking hat, but most of all it gave me confidence that I could keep him alive and take care of him on my own, although I was very relieved when Lelaine got home that Sunday afternoon.
Jack's first bike ride, which happened to be on a path in Santa Monica on the beach with the mountains in the background.
The trip with Doug to the Ole Miss-Mizzou game was one of the best weekends but also probably the dumbest. I'm really glad we did it - Jack did very well, the Grove met all expectations, Mizzou won, and it made for a great story - but I can't believe Doug and I took a three month old on an 1,800 mile road trip over three days.
His reaction when I get home from work and he is in a good mood. Sometimes when he sees me he starts to smile and bounces up and down.
The week he wouldn't sleep unless he was being held - this happened his first month home from the hospital and was by far the period of time I was most sleep deprived. The picture at the top was taken one night during this stretch. Despite the circumstances, it is my favorite picture of him.
Hearing him laugh - one day the three of us were in the car and for some reason he started laughing uncontrollably. The little guy's giggle is the best sound in the world.
That's all for now. Might add more later.





