Owen is growing more capable of expressing his emotions. He’s always been able to signal when he’s unhappy (usually because he’s gassy or he’s cold), but he’s started to expand his range. He smiles a lot now. When you look at him and make faces at him, he smiles at you, but he also smiles when he sees mom or when he’s in his play pad.
He likes the mirror that hangs over him in that play pad; he likes mirrors in general.
He has three big round fabric animal faces that hang on the wall over his change table: a giraffe, a turtle, and a monkey. Monkey is his favourite. When he’s being changed he’ll fix on monkey and just start to laugh, delighted. I suspect that it’s because monkey has strong contrast and looks the most like a human face, but it could just be that monkeys are intrinsically funny, because, as we all know, they are.
The only thing that captures his attention more than monkey is fan. We have a big dark green ceiling fan in the nursery, and it captivates him. Even if it’s not turning; maybe especially if it’s not turning. At first I figured it was just a strongly contrasting, interesting shape, but he’s seeing colours and shapes a lot more now than he used to, and fan is still the most fascinating thing in the room. I try not to take it personally.
Fan doesn’t make him laugh the way monkey can, though; there is that.
He’s a lot bigger than he used to be, but his face is changing as well; he’s getting more face and less brain, as his skull assumes more adult proportions. His eyes are still deep blue with some gray mixed in for style; his hair looks red less often, and seems to be drifting in the direction of blonde with a touch of brown.
His feeding and sleeping habits continue to be a moving target. He’s at six weeks which is traditionally a rough patch due to digestion and hormone changes, but aside from some long feeds due to digestion problems and ever greater difficulty anticipating when he’ll want to eat continually and when he’d rather sleep for five hours, it hasn’t been all that bad.
We’ve started to give him a soother. The suckling motion helps with his digestion and calms him down, which, as you can imagine, comes in handy.
As we live the reality of the Stark house words, Owen has been spending more time in his sleep sack. It’s basically a fleece vest that becomes a bag at the bottom so the baby’s body is totally enclosed. It looks sorta like this but it mostly reminds me of this.
He likes the mirror that hangs over him in that play pad; he likes mirrors in general.
He has three big round fabric animal faces that hang on the wall over his change table: a giraffe, a turtle, and a monkey. Monkey is his favourite. When he’s being changed he’ll fix on monkey and just start to laugh, delighted. I suspect that it’s because monkey has strong contrast and looks the most like a human face, but it could just be that monkeys are intrinsically funny, because, as we all know, they are.
The only thing that captures his attention more than monkey is fan. We have a big dark green ceiling fan in the nursery, and it captivates him. Even if it’s not turning; maybe especially if it’s not turning. At first I figured it was just a strongly contrasting, interesting shape, but he’s seeing colours and shapes a lot more now than he used to, and fan is still the most fascinating thing in the room. I try not to take it personally.
Fan doesn’t make him laugh the way monkey can, though; there is that.
He’s a lot bigger than he used to be, but his face is changing as well; he’s getting more face and less brain, as his skull assumes more adult proportions. His eyes are still deep blue with some gray mixed in for style; his hair looks red less often, and seems to be drifting in the direction of blonde with a touch of brown.
His feeding and sleeping habits continue to be a moving target. He’s at six weeks which is traditionally a rough patch due to digestion and hormone changes, but aside from some long feeds due to digestion problems and ever greater difficulty anticipating when he’ll want to eat continually and when he’d rather sleep for five hours, it hasn’t been all that bad.
We’ve started to give him a soother. The suckling motion helps with his digestion and calms him down, which, as you can imagine, comes in handy.
As we live the reality of the Stark house words, Owen has been spending more time in his sleep sack. It’s basically a fleece vest that becomes a bag at the bottom so the baby’s body is totally enclosed. It looks sorta like this but it mostly reminds me of this.
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