The Wombat Press: Landing the Airplane Kid

Yes, folks, it's true- the airplane kid has landed (mostly). He's now able to entertain himself on a playmat or in his bouncer. Sometimes even for 20 minutes or so. Which seems like a veritable eternity to his father and I who have been packing him around like a sherpa lo these past 14 weeks.

He's also sleeping in his bed now for naps. This is no small feat, and most days getting him to nod off is epic. But we persist and eventually, sleep wins out every time ;) Augie goes down swinging, though. He doesn't often realise that I am fighting for the other team.

Here is a smattering of pictures from the last couple of weeks since I am too tired to write anything more coherent. Now that I have a bit of free time in the days, maybe this blog will get some more frequent updates. maybe.

Tummy Time! We always slobber like this during tummy time.

in the doughnut in the backyard. we spend a lot of time here. Augie is happier in the backyard than anywhere else in the house. he prefers watching the tree to watching any of the copious dangly things we've bought to hang over him. figures!

deep in thought

we like our baths with the duck

off to the store with Dad

one might think that was a stuffed dog on Mick's head. I even went so far as to name it Spotted Dog...but then I was assured it was a female moose named Rufus. Rufus the Female Moose has crackly ears which are highly entertaining, but not quite as entertaining as when she's perched on Dad's head.