ast month was quite possibly the longest month of my life. Waiting for baby Casen to arrive. Well guess what…he was two weeks old on Saturday! And Jaxon was 28 months! Boys.
Jax is our little wild man. So dramatic, I think he will be on Broadway by the time he’s five. He has the funniest facial expressions. Reminds me of myself when I was little…always acting silly to get attention. His new thing is putting his hands on his hips. Go. go. go. A hundred miles an hour all the time. Says ‘hi’ to everyone, even strangers at the grocery store. He is also into saying ‘bye’ too…his toys, our house, even his little brother, ‘Bye baybee Tasen’. So sweet. He is learning how to count (he thinks he’s blowing out candles). Loves to jump. Draw. ‘Sit porch’. Basically be outside 24/7. Amazed by bubbles and glow sticks. Hates naps. Not a fan of eating…although he loves melon and berries. He could live on just milk or juice. Actually, he says it so much, it’s becoming a double word at our home. ‘Milkjuice’.
Case is such a good baby! Every now an then we get a poop explosion that breaks up the routine, but other than that, he just has his daily dose of the hiccups. He looks like a tiny angel when he sleeps. Speaking of sleeping, this little guy only wakes up once in the middle of the night. I think I’m getting more rest now than when I was pregnant. I have a feeling that he is going to be the complete opposite of Jaxon. They will become the best of pals.