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 I took a two and a half week hiatus from blogging and hung out in Utah.

The Utah trip was extraordinary. I got to hangout with my favorite people in the world: my family. We did some crazy fun things and I especially loved not being alone all day. 

Of particular interest to me was the fact that this was the first time the siblings have been around and I didn't have to work. I could do anything and everything. It was a dream come true. I feel like Redd learned a ton since he had so many cousins to look after him, and somehow he didn't get sick!

Now we are back home in Maine; the laundry and grocery shopping are done, and we are all three together again. Just the way it should be. 

Redd's 2 month dr. appointment was successful. The kid is now in the 50th percentile for height and weight. That's a big jump up from 10th percentile. The Doc told me to start forcibly stretching the length in between feedings. I feel like that has been a dream come true. Currently he eats every 3 hours instead of every 2. Yeah, I needed that.

Doc also told me since he has reflux and doesn't sleep on his back very well, that I should sleep him on his own on his tummy. It does increase the risk of SIDS, but only minutely. He says it's safer than having him sleep on his tummy on me. So I've been working myself up to it. It means he has to sleep in his own room, in his pack n play. I've always had him in my room and have had a hard time transitioning. 

I'm happy to report that last night he slept in his own bed all night long. Only woke up once to eat, And then I put him right back in his bed. I slept in a different room and didn't check on him more than twice. It means I actually slept for the first time in 10 weeks.  I'm proud of us. The next step is to get me to sleep in my room instead of on the couch. I hear him better from the living room. Baby steps, people, baby steps.

He's totally learning to suck his thumb. And there's nothing I can do to stop it, so I'm helping him learn :), much to my dear Watson's chagrin.

We recently ferried over to one of the nearby islands. It was so quaint and beautiful. This is a yellow house. It has a name, like all the houses on the island, but I can't remember what it is.

 A view from the island.

No, this isn't a smile. This is a poop face. We spend a lot of time trying to help this kid get his gas out, and when we get this face along with a grunt, we know he is finally pooping. It's hilarious.