Casey has found his hands and feet. He can also roll from his back to his stomach (though the stupid pediatrician doesn't seem to believe that) and from his stomach to his back. He's become quite talented at rolling to the edge of his crib while sleeping and getting his left arm between 2 of the rungs...which results in loud shrieks and wails.

This was taken at my birthday party with both my family and Matt's family. Casey was, of course, thrilled to celebrate his mother edging closer to 30.

Happy Birthday, Mommy

Casey seems to be back to his normal self. He got to spend a lot of quality time with his Dad while Carrie was out celebrating, painting the town red. We played Wii between naps, and squeezed in a few baby activities, as well.

Casey sported his new robe for bath time. Despite the look on his face, he wasn't all that thrilled.

Casey screamed. And screamed and screamed and screamed most of yesterday afternoon. It was most unpleasant and we were both drained after it ended. He was, of course, not so screamy once Matt came home. Somehow it always seems to work out that way. Casey is back to his happy self today and is currently napping in his crib.
In other news, I finished Harry Potter last night.

Casey is loving his Jumperoo (many thanks to the Inverso ladies).

Casey went for his 3 month checkup today. He now weighs 12 lbs 3 oz, is 24 1/2 inches long, and his head is 41 cm. He got 2 shots and only cried while he was actually being stabbed by the nurse. The dr didn't seem to believe that he can roll himself over onto his tummy while he's sleeping, but unless someone is using magic to flip him over in the night, the dr needs to believe.

Here are some pictures from the last week or so.

Casey on Saturday getting ready to leave Maine. The annual end of trip group shot. Casey was cranky & didn't want to look at the camera.
The wild turkey that showed up in the yard & ran around the neighbors garden.
Grandma & Papa went to a wedding in CT. Grandma's telling him all about it here. This is Casey checking out the strawberries Grandma picked.

Here's a shot of Casey's hair loss. He still has that big patch at the bottom, but much less hair on the rest of his head. It reminds me of a mullet.
Casey with Great Aunt Roberta. Not the best picture of her, but it's the only one I have.
And last but not least, here's a happy kid.

The weather was gorgeous today and I got to the beach for a bit. Casey enjoyed the weather as well.

Here are a couple pictures of Casey at the beach yesterday.

Matt is not here to stop me from putting Casey in headware. So he's in this hat Matt dislikes immensely.

Casey was very happy today, perhaps because it finally stopped raining.

Casey and I went for a stroll this afternoon and then hung out at the beach for a little bit. I'll post the picture of that at some point later or tomorrow.

Casey also hung out with Auntie Catherine for a while.

It rained today. Again. It was also very foggy much of the day. Papa and Uncle Paul went golfing with Mr. Jaquith. Grandma went strawberry picking with Mrs. Jaquith. I will reap the benefits of the picking, as I get to eat the delicious berries. I have again avoided berry picking, which is a wonderful thing.
Casey misses his dad.

Matt left today to return to NJ. One of us has to bring home the bacon, and as I'm the one lolling about at the beach (and I just had a baby) he got to return to work. Casey is pouty and sad because his dad had to leave.

Uncle Paul caught Casey his first fish today.


Oh, and Happy 4th of July!

We finally made it to the beach today. Apparently, you aren't supposed to have a baby out in the sun for long periods of time between 10 AM and 2 PM. Between the restrictions and the boy's 'schedule', he made it to the beach around 4 PM. It was windy, but he seemed to enjoy himself for all of 5 minutes.

The weather has been seasonable for Maine, which is not quite warm enough for sitting the beach with the ocean breeze and a small child. Fortunately, Casey is still small enough that we don't have to come up with alternate plans for entertaining him.


After all of his hard work lobstering, Casey was too tired to enjoy the fruit of his labor.

A bit later then we had hoped, we left for our vacation this morning. We made excellent time on the road, but made three unscheduled stops for diaper changes and feedings. After only one hour, Casey managed to poop himself and his car seat. I did an excellent job of packing everything we needed into the car, but I didn't leave any room for changing diapers, so I had to improvise.


By the time we got everything cleaned up, it was time for him to eat, after which he proceeded to soak his new outfit and car seat (again), this time from his mouth. An hour later, we were back on the road.