Last week, Hans, the boys and I headed to Gulf Shores for a little vacation, our first as a family! Not long after we unpacked, we made our way to the pool. Ethan instantly fell in love. (He’s only been swimming a handful of times in his young life…but he really likes it.) And by “it,” I mean splashing around like a madman. Which he also does in the tub. I should probably put a stop to that, as much as I enjoy getting soaked while bathing him. At least the bathroom floor is always clean. And by “bathroom floor,” I mean the part in front of the tub that gets doused. 🙂
In five days, Asher will turn two months old. Today, he weighed (at the doctor’s, on a real baby scale) 13 lbs, 13 oz — just four ounces less than Ethan did at five months old. That’s the 95th percentile. (Ethan’s never seen those kinds of numbers…) Of course, the Ash Man was born 1 lb, 11 oz heavier than his older brother. And obviously, Ethan had a much slower start due to his surgery and subsequent month stay in the NICU. What a difference a healthy digestive tract makes:
Ever since Ethan got the news that he was going to be a big brother, he’s been reverting to his younger days. I’m not sure sharing the limelight with a baby brother was on his bucket list. Jealous? You decide.
At 8:16 a.m. on Thursday, June 30, Asher Benjamin Googer was born. The first thing he asked out of the womb was, “Hey – where’s MY blog post? I see Ethan has, like, 100…but me? Nothing! I see who you love more.” Ah, sibling rivalry. It begins.
Right out of the box
“Whoa, is it bright out here? Or is it just me?”
Asher came out weighing 7 lbs, 12 oz and measuring 20 3/4 inches. At a month old, he weighed approximately 10 lbs, 3 oz (using the old “weigh yourself, then weigh yourself holding the baby” method). Let’s just say, he’s not petite.
The first month has been a good one. This experience has been a whole new ballgame, seeing as last time, Ethan was in the NICU his first 30 days. And I didn’t have a 20-month-old at home. So recovering from that C-section went fairly quickly. The recovery from this one has taken a little more time, but I’m feeling well now. Thankfully, I’ve had lots of help – from Hans (of course), my mom, Hans’ mom, and friends. Without them, I would’ve missed out on a LOT of naps. And a lot of tasty meals that I didn’t have to cook. (Yessss.) 🙂
One of the most frequently asked questions is: “How’s Ethan adjusting?” And…he’s adjusting. He seems to like Asher (“Baby!”) enough. But like many an older sibling who was used to being an only child, at times he misses my full attention. And throws a crying fit to let me know. Here he is at the hospital on the day Asher was born:
“Maybe no one will notice…”
“Name’s Ethan. That’s Mr. Ethan to you.”
“I’m going to assume you don’t know you’re hitting me right now.”
“I was at least this cute. Right, Mom?”
“My new toy is awesome!”
Asher seems to have inherited some of his daddy’s good looks. He’s got Hans’ darker skin tone (Ethan is nice and pale like his mother), mouth, nose (maybe…we’ll have to give it time), and my favorite: his oft-furrowed brow:
“Nothing’s wrong. I’m just thinking.”
“Jab! Jab! Uppercut!”
Before we go, Ethan wanted to model some headgear for you:
Yesterday, I took Ethan in for his 15-month check-up and immunization shots. Weight: 24 lbs, 2 oz (50%); height: 32″ (75%); and head 18 7/8″ (50-75%).
So, what’s Ethan been doing? Well…he still enjoys bath time. The splashing is incorrigible. Even though I cover myself with a towel, I still come out looking like I’ve lost a water balloon fight. Anyway, here are a few pics from the tub:
“It’s true. He does.”