Smiling: check.

Logan's first big milestone was completed today. He consciously smiled for both Jacob and me as we tickled his tummy. I got the first smile in the morning. Jacob got another in the evening. Both were big, crooked, open mouth smiles and they were fantastic. It was a good day.

Our little enforcer

Brody is our sweet, passive child. For these first two years of his life, he's let other kids walk over him. He's constantly beat up in school- we frequently receive incident reports for him as the victim of bites and hits. He's small and sweet; a tough combination for a kid.

Before Logan was born we already sensed that he would be our little fighter. At birth, when we saw our 8lb 11oz baby with the length and feet that suggested Plummer height, we thought Logan would some day stick up for his older brother. We even thought he had a chance against his older cousin, Evelyn the Giant.

Today Logan had a chance to fight back against someone that caused him pain and he relished the opportunity. Logan had an appointment with the urologist to fix a problem resulting from him circumcism. The doctor sent us out of the room for the procedure, but it was quick and resulted in blood and Logan screaming. Logan let the doctor know what he thought of him- he peed on him. Logan hit the doc right in the middle of the chest. He managed to get the doctor's shirt and tie wet before the doc had a chance to cover Logan up. I thought it was fantastic. Our little tough guy stood up for himself before he could even hold his head up.

M and M and M

Brody cried Monday night when he wanted "m&m&m"s and I didn't have any. Then yesterday, he offered me m&m&ms in another game of pretend. When I asked for peanut m&ms, he responded "blue". We're still working on communication in the Weaver household.

Five weeks and counting

Logan is five weeks old today. He's still a fantastic baby. He's predictable at night; he goes down easily at 10pm and wakes between 2-3am and 5-6am for feedings before waking up for the day between 7-8am. He had one night this week when he woke for a single feeding. Of course, that was the night that Jacob was on duty.

He's a big boy and passed 10lbs at 4 weeks. He's not a chunk, but is very long. He has long, skinny legs and can't put much weight on them yet, but he's become proficient at kicking. He's starting to be more alert and will focus his eyes on the things around him. If I move out of his field of vision, he'll turn his head to look for me. He's also beginning to bat at objects with his hands. I have two scratches myself where Logan surprised me with his hands. He's gotten himself a couple of times in the face too.

It's hot, mama

Tonight was not easy. I'm operating on less sleep than I'd like, Logan is still figuring out how to make it through the evening hours without screaming, and Brody wants a lot of attention. I was rather short with Brody after he dumped the contents of a cabinet and then bit me when I told him he couldn't have any of the baby biter biscuits. I used to have so much patience with Brody, but now all of my patience seems to be allocated to Logan and poor Brody is forced to be a big boy all the time. It's usually on nights like this that Brody will do something so adorable that makes the rest of the evening disappear. Tonight, for the first time that I'm aware of, he initiated a game of pretend.

During bath time as I was sitting next to the tub and baby Logan was sleeping in my lap, Brody held up pinched fingers and announced "toast". I had no idea what he was talking about, but then he reached into a cup of water and held up pinched fingers again, saying "toast, mama" and pretended to eat from his fingers. After that he pulled out pizza, fruit, juice, and corn. With the pizza, I asked what kind it was and he told me pepperoni. The fruit was peaches, he explained, and the juice was orange juice. As I began to "eat" the corn, he quickly said "It's hot, mama, hot." Then we both blew on my corn to cool it down before I proceeded to eat it typewriter-style while he watched and smiled.

Dumptruck, Backhoe, Bulldozer!

Brody is obsessed. If he catches a glimpse of the yellow that's so often used on construction vehicles he must crane his neck to determine what kind of dirt mover it is. Lucky for us (?) our area is full of construction zones. Anywhere we drive, we're sure to pass a bulldozer or a dumptruck. All car trips are accented by a loud voice in the back, shouting out BACKHOE! BULLDOZER! MORE BACKHOE!! He's started to learn where some construction zones are located on our normal routes and will call out the vehicles he expects to see before they even come into view. It's hard to not get excited with him. I find that when I'm in the car alone and see a backhoe scooping dirt into a dumptruck, I want to call attention to it or pull over and watch. Before Brody and Logan I would have just driven by, perhaps even been frustrated by the traffic caused by the construction. Now I'm happy for the traffic because it allows me to drive slowly and give Brody a good view of the activity without getting honked at by the other cars that must not have kids sitting in the backseat.