Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Thursday, May 24, 2007


He's sucking on his fingers a lot. Not so much his thumb as his fingers. But he was extra sucky tonight so I attempted the pacifier once again (he's never really
taken it) and he's kept it in his mouth for longer than he ever has before. So we'll see.

In the past week, he's rolled over (tummy to back) a couple of times and been super
close to rolling back to tummy. He's turned all the way face down, but can't get his arm from underneath him. So close!

I think that's pretty much all that's worth writing about. Except for the shots, all is well and we are enjoying our time at home (missing Mike though...).
Monday, May 14, 2007



It was so nice for Mike's family to come out and celebrate with us. (Great) Grandma Allison is holding Ezra in this picture. He is her 16th great-grand child. 

Ezra also loves his Grandpa Allison (Mike's Dad). I think they've already bonded over their mutual love for Chicago (the band). Ezra was
mesmerized by the Chicago t-shirt Grandpa Allison was wearing the first time they met.

Although it doesn't really show in this picture Ezra is a big fan of his cousins Patrick and Armani. Poor little guy. At this point, he was tired of being cute and just wanted to go home.
Sunday, May 13, 2007

Saturday was Ezra's first beach outing. At first I was sad that the
gross Galveston beach would be his first experience, but I thought, "If it was good enough for Mike and I when we kids, it would be fine for Ezra." It was actually kind of nice because the water was already pretty warm,
and the waves were small enough to be fun, but not dangerous. Ezra really had no opinion concerning the matter. He definitely wasn't sad or mad
about being in the water, but I can't say that he was overly enjoying himself either. He tolerated it and gave no protest when we decided we were done. My friend Jennifer was kind enough to go with me to hang out and help with all his
baby gear and so we laid on the beach, while he took a little nap in the shade. I didn't want to keep him in the sun for too long so we went back to the beach house shortly after that. Overall, I'd say his first beach experience was a resounding success.




Wednesday, May 09, 2007

The picture on the left is Ezra
sleeping in cradle that my Grandpa made. We need to get a piece of foam to cut for a mattress, because what we have in there is NOT the right size. It is pressed into the bottom and
the sides of the cradle make it slope up, so when Ezra is in there we call it an "Ezra taco". He doesn't sleep in there overnight, but I put him in there for a nap and it didn't seem to bother him.


He hasn't rolled over yet, but he's trying really hard.

Here's Ezra with his very proud Nana. It's all we can do to make her go to school every day instead of staying home to play with the baby.
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