The Week

On Friday, we took Crew to Beesley Monuments to pick out a headstone for Dex's grave. I'm pleased with what we have chosen and it should be ready in 6-8 weeks. The couple that was in right before us was there with their infant daughter, also picking out a headstone for her twin sister that died. You wouldn't believe how common I've discovered it to be. Relatively, anyway. Sigh... I can think of about 4 million things I'd rather buy for Dex, none of which he needs. We talked this week about Tanner and Crew possibly sharing a room sometime in the future and it made me very unexpectedly sad. I suspect that I'm in for a lifetime of moments where I have to stop and think "hmmmm..." Would that it wasn't so. But it is.

On a more positive note, Crew is doing really well. I fully rejoice every time he hits a milestone. I don't know why I continue to be amazed and surprised by this little miracle of mine. I just shake my head in wonder at every turn. He has started licking me incessantly and you'll find me with a slobbery shirt more often than not these days. He's not rolling over as much anymore and he's mostly just super annoyed when I put him flat on his tummy. He slurps on his hands all. the. time. It's really cute. Carlon wants me to start weaning him from his need/desire to be swaddled. Nah... not interested. I swaddled Tanner until he was 7-9 months old. I'm in no rush to unswaddle this little prince. He's growing really well and maybe sometime in the next week or so he'll be in 0-3 month clothes! Woo hoo! What a tank, eh?!!