It Might As Well Be Swing

Andrew seems to be crying a bit less than last week. I love it when he is awake and content. He watches his hands as he moves them all around, and stares up and his mother and I, or anyone holding him for that matter. He looks to be getting closer to a real smile... not just the kind he does when nature calls.


Moving onto swinging - Andrew really loves swinging, possibly over eating and sleeping. Its gotten to the point where I now carry his swing upstairs each evening and back down every morning before I go to work.

He cries in his crib, his bouncy seat, his other bouncy seat, but the swing usually works. Its on par with the car seat for relaxing him to the point of sleep.




A few minutes of this and he is off to sleep. Sometimes this lasts for a few minutes, sometimes a few hours.


By this point you may be asking why he is always shirtless. No, he is not one of those babies from a bad home, its just that he spits up on every shirt we put him in, usually once an hour or so, and I would rather have him bundled up in a blanket (or better yet a burp cloth, since he turns blankets into those anyway), than have him sleeping in a soaked shirt. Perhaps my next update will feature various pictures of him all dressed up.