Video Updates

Lynn says she will be providing an update that discusses Andrew's attempt to get in touch with his Irish roots this past Tues, but I wanted to upload some long-overdue videos of our little man talking.

Week 2

Day care is not going as well as we would like, but we're learning to accept that it's the best institutional day care gets. There are things we don't like (I won't go into details), but we can live with it as long as it doesn't get worse. But enough gloom and doom.

Lynn declared Andrew to have made his first laugh a couple days ago. He's been smiling a lot for weeks now, and he's been vocalizing a LOT (must take after his Daddy), but he finally put the two together. I remember my cousin Jon saying his wife could make Cody (Jon's son) squeal about this age, so maybe Andrew is right on track. Lynn finds it slightly amusing that much of his smiley time with Daddy is on the changing table and while getting dressed. He apparently doesn't find getting dressed with Mommy quite as entertaining. We have video of a conversation that hopefully we'll post soon.

Andrew still looks bald in a lot of the photos we take, though Lynn just claims that his hair is "invisible". I guess she's not used to Davenport babies. He's got Lynn's eyes and mouth, but I can definitely claim the scalp!

Better Days

For all of you who were on pins and needles about how Andrew's second day went, it was much better than the first. The teacher read to him and sang to him, and she said he seemed very interested in the book. And he only went 3 hours without a bottle, which is a drastic improvement. We're still a little jilted by the first day experience, but at least now we're not as worried about his physical health being compromised. Today he's home with his Mommy, who is taking some scattered vacation days over the next couple weeks to ease the transition for both of them, and Daddy will have him every Thursday. Daddy is very excited.

Daycare Woes

Andrew started day care yesterday, and it was a disaster. Lynn was quite anxious about leaving her constant companion of the past 3 months (or year, arguably) with almost perfect strangers, no matter how well-recommended the place and teacher are. The drop-off seemed to go alright, but when Lynn went to pick him up the teacher had just started a bottle. If Lynn were late, that would be understandable, but when the Mommy is on time, there is no reason to start a bottle right before. That did not help Lynn's anxiety. Then when we got a chance to look at the daily report, we noticed that he had only gotten 3 bottles for the day: 10am, 3pm, and 5pm. Note the 5 hour gap in the middle. Perhaps needless to say, Andrew was nearly insatiable last night and ate more frequently than ever (and cried more than ever too). All in all, a horrible start to the day care experience. We are hoping that today will be better.