A Week-by-Week Guide to Colin

Since Colin was already 9 weeks old when we started his blog and because I was totally remiss in posting during the last couple of weeks, we have decided to play a game of catch-up. Following is some of what you've missed by not living with Colin during the last 12 weeks.

Newborn: calm, quiet, and peaceful.

1 week old: Colin's first photo shoot. He slept through the entire thing and still wound up looking cuter than 99% of people.

2 weeks old: Colin meets his JoJo. While she was here, I spent my first time away from him. I was gone for four hours; he slept for three hours and forty-eight minutes of it. According to my mom, his first twelve minutes away from me were successful.

3 weeks old: He’s enjoying his time at home. He is calm and quiet. We go on walks nearly every day; he generally falls asleep on his dad’s chest each night. They fill each other’s cuddliness.

4 weeks old: Colin tried to smile all week but didn't quite get it. Watching him practice was hilarious. Having met Grandma Gini when he was only a few days old, he also met his Grandpa Dave, aunts, uncles, and cousins in Portland.

5 weeks old: Colin smiles for the first time. But not for the camera. The boy's got opinions about cameras.

6 weeks old: Attends the Evergreen State Fair. While there, he watched 6-week-old pigs race. They've already been trained to run around a track for their food; Colin can barely see 18” in front of him. After the fair, he gets his first taste of ice cream when I get a drop of ice cream on his pacifier. He didn’t exactly say so, but he seems to like it. He also caught sight of the Team USA v. Argentina basketball game during the Summer Olympics and couldn’t take his eyes off the screen (we think he’s a Chris Paul fan). Last, despite many beautiful homemade and store-bought blankets that are fine candidates for a security blanket, Colin makes his official pick: a dishtowel.

7 weeks old: Colin takes his first bottle during sacrament meeting from a friend in the ward. He took to it like a champ. No questions asked, so long as there’s food. He also started coo-ing.

8 weeks old: He gets his first cold. He’s a trooper and suffers through it beautifully. We could only tell he was sick because of his runny nose and his Darth Vader-esque breathing while he ate. He also starts with the nanny while I go back to work.

9 weeks old: Begins using his “infant gym.” He learns cause-and-effect really quickly, figuring out how to make the music and lights go off by kicking. He owns that infant gym. He's also getting better and better with his hands. His motions are more controlled, and he’s able to grasp items that catch his interest. He’s also able to save his binky if it’s falling out of his mouth, though, usually, his uncoordinated swats are the reason the binky is falling out in the first place.

10 weeks old: The raspberries and the spit bubbles. Oh, the raspberries and the spit bubbles!

(thanks to Aunt Becki for this great photo)

11 weeks old: Colin gave projectile vomiting a try. After two days, he decided he didn’t like it anymore. He also gets his 2-month check-up. Official stats: 16.1 pounds (93% for weight) and 24 1/2 inches (79% for height).

12 weeks old: Despite his girth and his double-digit age, a Sunday afternoon walk is still enough to tire him out.