Paul’s pacifiers disappear.
I left Paul in his crib, happily playing, and went downstairs. By the time I came back 20 minutes later, the pacifier was gone. I could not find it anywhere—not in the crib sheets, not under the crib, and not under the dresser, bookcase, or chair. Where do these things disappear to? Is there some world full of lost pacifiers?
I imagine the pacifiers are joined with all the socks we lose as we do laundry.
When Paul was newborn, I ran a poll asking you who Paul looks most like. The final vote was for Mommy, although Grandma Peggy mentioned that she thinks he’s a perfect blend of both of us. I think she wins the prize on that one. Here’s the result from when he was newborn.
Here’s the result as of last month, which is what I’ve been saying all along.
Paul looks most like Daddy, but Mommy comes in as a close second!
FYI, according to a similar test, he looks 10% more like Grandma Peggy than Papa Paul and he looks equally like Grandma and Grandpa Sorenson.
(P.S. Thanks to my sister for finding this fun link!)
Yesterday, Paul turned five months old. He celebrated his day by sleeping: I had hoped he wouldn’t get the family cold that is going around, but yesterday he apparently succumbed. The poor little guy! He can’t understand why he can’t breathe, and he is very annoyed by it. It must be hard to be five months old.
Here’s a video from yesterday morning. He wouldn’t laugh and giggle, but here are a few smiles for you.
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This is a picture I did not take of Daddy in pajamas during the early Saturday morning hours, sitting on the couch under a blanket with Paul in his arms, reading “AKLAT NI MORMON BABASAHING-AKLAT” (Book of Mormon Stories, in Tagalog), and showing him the pictures. Paul is staring at the book with interest and probably wanting to rip and eat the pages, and Daddy keeps reading in a loud and excited voice, all about Joseph Smith and the brother of Jared, who is called ang kapatid ni Jared.
(How I love that man and that baby!)
I got inspiration for this from www.unphotographable.com, which is written by a photographer who has missed some great shots either because it was against the law to take a picture or he did not have his camera or taking a picture would not have been appropriate or he just did not take the picture.
Your turn: what great picture did you not take?
On Tuesday, Paul and I went to Mother’s Group for the first time in a month. It was intimidating.
Paul is the second oldest baby (out of 10 or 12). One baby had cut two teeth. A few babies were busy rolling over. Most babies were starting to notice the other babies. All seemed huge! A few babies are already wearing the Crawler-sized diapers; they’re mothers said they’re already 8 kg. Paul was content to amuse himself, he hasn’t started rolling over again, and there is surely no sign of teeth (not that I’m looking forward to the teeth bit…). Paul is still about 6 kg and wearing the Infant-sized diapers.
On Wednesday morning as we ate breakfast, I was explaining to Ryan how Paul seemed to be behind. Ryan went over to Paul, who was minding his own business on his belly in the playpen, and rolled him to his back.
“Good job!” he said. Paul was excited too. Then Ryan made Paul roll over a few more times. Paul didn’t seem so excited anymore. Ryan left Paul on his belly.
As we were putting away our breakfast dishes, Paul rolled himself over to his back again.
I was delighted. I guess it takes a Dad to teach these kinds of things.
(Paul rolled over a number of times Wednesday. Thursday he didn’t do it very much, but he also seemed quite tired and fussy. Maybe Wednesday wore him out!)
Paul and Mommy got to spend an afternoon with cousins Leah and Samuel and Aunt Jenny. Uncle Chris only had the chance to visit for a half hour before he had to go to work.
I’ve taken a long time to post these pictures. Since they were taken, newborn Samuel has doubled his age! He was five weeks old when they were taken.
Paul met his Grandma Peggy and his Papa Paul while we were in Utah.
Paul loves his Grandma Peggy.
Here are three generations of Reid men.
And here Paul is with his namesake, Papa Paul.
Paul got to meet all of his Reid cousins in February. Paul was a bit oblivious. Cousin Kate was a little mother. Cousin Caden, as the oldest, felt he should get more turns holding Paul (“It’s my third turn to hold him now!”). All in all, it was a somewhat chaotic evening, albeit a good time. Special thanks to Emily, who took some of these pictures (my camera was acting up).
Here are all the Reids!
Alex took the picture using his remote control shutter release, which meant we could all be in the picture, we didn’t have to wait 10 seconds between each picture, and we only had to be trying to keep control of the kids for about 5 minutes. Here are the three best shots.
If you want me to email you the high resolution, either send me an email at rebecca [at] reid [hyphen] family [dot] org or leave a comment. (I can see your email when you leave a comment.)
Paul met his great-grandma in February. Great-grandma lives in Dallas, Texas. Paul and I spent just a day with great-grandma, but we both had a great time!
