Firsts

Over the past few days, we've had quite a few firsts around our house, and if I don't write about it now, I'm afraid I'll forget. This will be brief because both boys napping simultaneously never lasts more than 10 minutes.


Ha, right when I typed that, Fisher started screaming. He's now temporarily occupied in his swing.


On to the firsts.



#1


On Saturday, Nana was over playing with Fisher, and she put him down on his mat on the floor. He was laying on his belly and the next thing we knew, he was rolling himself to his back. It was weird because he did it like it was no big deal.



We thought he had rolled over weeks ago on multiple occasions, but we just assumed we forgot how we put him in bed or something.


I won't count those as his first roll over since we didn't see them, but there was no doubt that he rolled on his own Saturday.


If he can roll over at 6 weeks and one day, I think I'm in for a VERY active little man.


#2


Yesterday after church, I let Barrett play on the playground while I gave Fisher his bottle. Some of the equipment was wet from the rain, and Barrett of course got his pants wet.


He walked up to me to report the mess which is nothing new, but it's how he told me.


He said, "Barrett got wet."


His very first sentence! :)


This morning, he used another sentence all on his own.


He came up to me carrying his toy bull while I was getting dressed and said, "Paw come play with Barrett?"


This actually led to first #3.


#3


As I was celebrating Barrett's second sentence by cheering for him as he looked at me like I was insane, he decided talking to Fisher might be more productive.


Fisher was in him bouncy seat on the floor, and Barrett sat right next to him. He was showing him his bull when Fisher actually looked at Barrett.


I told Barrett that his little brother really loves him because he's looking at him while he was talking. (I'm working on that with Barrett.)


Barrett continued talking to Fisher in some language I don't know, but I guess Fisher understood him because he looked right at Barrett and smiled.


I ran for the camera and told Barrett to keep talking.


Of course when I was ready for the picture, the smiling was over.


I asked Barrett to look at Fisher, smile, and talk, but Barrett wanted me to take pictures of him.

After about 10 pictures of Barrett, I gave up on Fisher smiling again.


As I continued getting dressed, Barrett said, "Baby smile."


At first I thought he was telling Fisher what to do, but then I realized he was reporting what he was seeing.


Fisher was again looking at his big brother and smiling.

After taking a few pictures that never quite caught the full smile, Barrett quit on me.

He picked up his bull, gave me a weird look, and headed to the living room.

I guess I never really answered the first real question he ever asked.

So, Paw, if you're reading this, can you come play?