We left Tahoe thinking that Des was getting sick - he was sounding rather snuffly and seemed to be having a hard time breathing. But once we got back home it seemed to resolve itself. It might have just been the dry Tahoe air. So far, we've been lucky - no major illness. Our friend Amber was telling me about dealing with their son's first cold/flu, which included lots of diarrhea. It sounded stressful and scary - these babies just seem so wee and fragile! Hopefully Des will remain healthy and illness-free until he's 18 or so. A mom can dream, no?
Desmond is certainly growing and changing! He tolerates tummy time more often now, and likes to look at his toys. If you put a toy in front of him he will grab/feel/chew it, and if he's feeling really saucy he will reach for it. We are trying to inspire him to roll over by rolling him over, which often results in some awesome spit-up action. (The other day I was holding him over my head and he spit up in my face. A LOT. Ron thought it was HI-larious.) We've been trying to implement some sort of nighttime sleep routine, but the boy thwarts most of our efforts at any sort of schedule. Bedtime? What's that??
Some evidence of Desmond's Christmas cuteness:
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