one: Buster turned two months old on Monday and I cannot believe how big he is! He’s gained over 4 1/2 pounds and three inches since he was born, and has inherited my large head. He’s very nearly into 3-6 month clothes, and is starting to sleep more predictably which is a dream. He laughs, coos, and smiles constantly, and eats like a horse.
two: Bert got me a new Fitbit for Mother’s Day since my old one (that he got me for Mother’s Day two years ago) was dying and Fitbit gave me a great coupon since it was past warranty. I LOVE IT. They fixed everything that bugged me about my old one (not being able to see active minutes without looking at my phone, not being able to choose my workout, the goofy charging cord, not being able to replace the band since that’s all that was wrong with my old one, etc) and added some really neat new features and made it looks more like a watch, and I LOVE the interchangeable bands so it doesn’t always have to look so fitness tracker-y. I use mine daily so it was really sweet of him to replace it–and with a really pretty one! Now if someone could figure out how to make a tooled leather band…
three: dressing Buster in Wacey’s little clothes kills me. Upon seeing this picture, one of my friends commented that Buster’s starting to look more like himself, and maybe a little more like me? I agree on the former, and would be tickled if the latter were true, although their daddy’s a pretty darn good-looking guy so I’m not complaining if he favors him too. They definitely look like brothers, though! I think Buster has more of my coloring though, if nothing else–lighter hair with darker eyebrows and lashes. We’ll see–it’s sort of fun to speculate what he might look like but I’m probably wrong on all counts, since I thought Wace would look like me and he looks just like his daddy.
four: I still can’t get enough of Little Miss. Something about baby horses just makes me want to camp out in the bushes with leaves taped to my head so I can watch them all.the.time. “Every breath you take, every move you make, every branch you break, every step you take, I’ll be watching you…” Not creepy at all, right? As it is, I’m going to bust out the big lens next week (Miss has Little Miss holed up in the trees and willows since the weather is so sucky right now so I can’t even see them to spy on them) and I can’t promise I won’t tape leaves to my head.
five: the weather outside is weather. By which I mean the weather is currently masquerading as Winter. So while y’all are all over Instastories with pictures of your kids at the splash pad, we’re breaking out the boots and coats again. Although, I don’t completely hate it, because I got to wear the Bean Boots that Bert (say that five time fast) got me for Christmas for only the second time since I was so darn pregnant at Christmas that I couldn’t bend over to lace them up. It was lovely. The roads are a mess, and Bert had to move cattle in a near-blizzard on Thursday (the pastures they were in are full of oak brush, which can be poisonous to cattle if consumed in large enough quantities, which is more likely when the grass is buried by two feet of snow). But, much of the snow is already melted and you know it’s gonna be green when it warms up next week.
April showers bring more snow, I guess!