Big Bro . . .

Grey is already 10 months old, which is so hard to believe . . . and even harder to believe is that he is going to be a big brother. He is just a baby himself and about to assume a larger position in the family. Amazing! And, what a personality. Babbling all the time. It started with "NaNa" and "DaDa" (no "ma-ma's" yet), and now he has progressed to all kinds of syllable combinations. He lets you know what he likes and doesn't, mostly through a series of grunts, whines, and waving of the arms. Amusing.

Last weekend, we went to Southern Pines on Sunday to celebrate cousin Kileigh's two year birthday. Picture with Aunt Becca and Uncle David, getting ready to walk downtown for lunch:


Sitting with daddy, legs crossed:



Like I said, Mr. Personality:

Getting better doing it by myself:

8 months inside, 10 months outside:

Why not put it on the head? Lots of things go on the head these days . . . bibs, blankets, clothes, toys, food, water, etc, etc . . .

Loves his dad!! the whole face lights up when Matt walks in from work, then a series of grunts and excited little "Ugh, ugh's" until Matt comes over to give him some attention . . .

I'm feeling a little sorry for Grey, as his one year birthday is approaching. It will certainly be difficult to have any type of grand celebration, with his new baby brother having just arrived. I'm sure he'd be just as happy with a cupcake all to himself, but I'm feeling guilty. A lot of the attention he receives will be redirected to the new baby. But, hey, what's better than a brother? (well, the appreciation may have to mature a bit!)

I am currently 35 weeks pregnant, with just over a month to go. I am getting NST's (non stress tests) and ultrasounds once a week now, due to my amniotic fluid being a little on the low side. But, the baby is doing great . . . moving and kicking through most of the day (and night, it seems). I'm not near as swollen as I was with Grey, and I've really been feeling quite well, just a little tired. Grey is quite intrigued with my big belly. He'll pull up my shirt, stick his finger in my belly button (which is now an "outie" I'm afraid to say), and then proceed to slap my belly with his little hands. This elicits a round of internal kicking (yes, my whole belly seems to move) . . . I'm wondering, is this a foreshadowing of what's to come?