Monday, January 16, 2012


Hello hello! Happy MLK Day, y'all! 

In the heavily edited words of Dr. King: I have a dream that my four two little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin their ability to sleep through the night, but by the content of their character their ability to stay happily awake for hours on end.
Okay, okay. It's not as admirable of a goal as Dr. King's dream, but if my kids don't sleep at night, the least they can do is be happy when they are awake!! 

But honestly, I can't complain. It's been a milestone week for us here.  

Just as we were about to officially diagnose Abbott as what Dr. Sears calls a "high needs baby," he had some very serious growth spurts. According to those smarty pants doctors who wrote the list (and make all moms feel like morons everywhere), a "high needs baby" is one who displays at least half of the features listed on their "high needs" traits.  Abbott hit 'em all. And then he added some extra grumpy characteristics all his own.

But this week we've seen some drastic improvements. Lil' homeboy is actually agreeing to nap for longer than 15 minutes. His 'stanky toots aren't making him scream as much any more. He hasn't spit up his food in .... days. Yes, days. And he actually drank from a bottle twice yesterday. Granted, it was only one ounce each time, but he took those ounces down like a champ instead of his usual approach of screaming his head off in a blind rage.

Ahh... yes, growth and development. As much as I love his itty-bitty infant stage, I'll take growing out of it any day. Don't get me wrong, when he's happy, he's the most charming little man you've ever seen. It's just that those happy times are used to be(!) few and far between.

Seriously, how can you be grumpy all the time when you have a morning chat with me like this:

The past two weeks have seen some serious growth emotionally, mentally, and most definitely physically:

Seriously, Mom? Size 3M clothes?
That was so last month for me.

He's also getting his hair back!
In true Abbott-style, he lost all his hair on the top of his head
and looked quite like a roly-poly little monk.

No, his hair loss wasn't that bad. But close.

Yes, I'm still a 2 month old and I do get fussy.
Mom, put the darn camera down and hold me!!

But I'm getting bigger by the minute!
Seriously, a button popped off my outfit the other night.
The same outfit had fit earlier that morning.

Also, if you live in the Meriwether/Troup County area and happen to read this blog, I'd like to take a moment to make a plea for you to keep your eyes peeled for another handsome little dude who answers to the name "Nike." 

Some close family friends of ours had their little spaniel run away over the weekend.  They had all been out at my parent's skeet range and the gun fire spooked him. One of the spaniels didn't mind the shooting, but Nike bolted away.

Nike and his partner in crime engage in a Mexican stand-off
with one of my parent's barn kitties.
I don't think anyone won this match.

He is white with black spots and brown eyebrows. If you see him, please let us know!!


  1. Oh, how I remember those days...buying gripe water by the gross, sitting in the laundry room floor holding a screaming baby while I sobbed...
    Seriously, I am glad it's getting better. It probably helps that he's really quite adorable!

  2. Oh my, what a handsome little guy! Love the video of his sweet talking. Ben has had the stinkiest toots and diapers ever and my pediatrician recently told me to give up dairy for a few days to see if it made a difference. The stank went away and he seems to be digesting things better. Just wanted to through that out there if it's something you haven't already tried. It didn't help with spit up but that's just something my kids seem to want to hold onto forever! Hang in there! :-)