Four-Months-Old Today!

And we're celebrating by experimenting with a sippy cup at lunch today. After Zachary's appointment and shots on Wednesday, we will start with some cereal, but the last two days we have been "practicing" by trying out the spoon with formula at breakfast and dinner times. He thinks it's wonderful, but is still eyeing my food suspicious that he is missing out.

Zachary also has a white spot on his gum that I think looks like tooth potential. It would explain why he stopped seeping through the night two weeks ago and just resumed his normal good sleeping habits two nights ago.

A few more pictures from March

Hopping Down the Bunny Trail

We visited the Easter Bunny at the Mall of America on Monday. Zachary didn't cry at the big white creature, but kept rubbing the "fur" of his paw, intrigued.

Like Hannah

On Sunday, similar to Hannah (1 Samuel 1), we dedicated our precious son back to the Lord who gave him to us. Although it is not traditional for Presbyterians to use baptismal gowns, Zachary wore the gown hand-made by my great-grandfather's wife. The last baby to wear it was my Aunt Carol who is losing her battle with cancer and whose time left can be counted in a matter of weeks. Zachary has his father's last name and his paternal grandfather's name as a middle name. This was the one piece of my family that I could give to him.

Zachary made nary a peep during the "sprinkling" and apparently was quite the ham by smiling and blowing bubbles at the congregation as our pastor presented him by walking him down the center aisle. I believe the over-sixty crowd was swooning.

Wearing of the green

With a grandmother whose last name is Delahanty, we take St. Patrick's Day pretty seriously around these parts.

Our son- the hockey player

This one is for mrslady1975.










No, we don't beat him. This is what happens when we fail to clip his fingernails every few days. We figured since he is toothless and looks like he has been in a fight with a hockey-stick-weilding fiend, he should wear his San Jose Sharks onesie and socks.

Mommy Haircut

On the day my baby hit twelve weeks (and peaked past 15 pounds), I caved and got the mommy cut. It's not super short, but at shoulder length, it's shorter than I have been in a long time. But I just couldn't stand the little darling hanging by fistfuls of my hair any longer.