The Felix Helix

The first sibling meeting was actually pretty anticlimactic. Felix was a lot more interested in charging around the hospital room with Thomas the Tank Engine than in really meeting Leto. Even when he actually went and looked at the baby, it looked like he was mostly scoping for places to drive Thomas.

Finally. This (not so little) bun was over-cooking and my "you're officially overdue" ultrasound estimated him at 9.5 pounds. So I got to go straight from the ultrasound to Labor & Delivery to be induced. Ten hours later, at 11:57 pm, Leto Dexter met the world at a comparatively normal 8lb 5oz.

Probably not. Giles has been working on getting the backyard in shape. Hopefully we'll have grass in the front and a vegetable garden in the back. He's been putting in a lot of man-hours turning the soil and digging up some of the biggest weed roots I've ever seen. So far we've managed to get grass sprouting on one side... not so much on the other. Felix loves the backyard. He mostly loves watering things, but Giles got him planting things too. He put the seedlings in the holes and then had to "tuck-tuck" them in with the dirt. Sadly, he wasn't so great at not stepping on them afterwards. Oops.

Trains. Trains. Trains. Maybe someday Felix will have some new hobbies to report, but that day is not today.

We got this for the cats to sleep on/scratch instead of our couch. Cat toy, jungle gym... same difference.

Giles has been taking Felix to the playground on the way home from daycare to wear him out a little. Also, because when he doesn't, Felix whines about the "whees" (slides). He's kind of funny. He goes up to random kids and says "Hi friends! Let's go!". At least he knows this girl - friend from daycare.

Now that the weather is finally warming up, Felix has been out exploring Fort Greene Park. Besides lots of squirrels and "chickens" (pigeons to the rest of us) to chase, there are also loads of trees for him to climb - aka walk up while Giles lifts him. It's super cute.

You can never have too much eye protection, can you?

Ah, Felix. Someday I'm going to have a hard time deciding just which embarrassing picture to show his future mate. Underwear = check. Mommy's shoes = check. Satin cape = check. Cheese face = check!

Felix is growing like a weed and talking up a storm. I'm growing - less like a weed and more like a puff pastry. The only one not getting bigger around here is Giles.