Growth Spurts and Gardening

Boy, baby sure has been cranky lately. Which is unusual, because he has such a sunny, content personality. Usually he's so happy and smiley! The last few days, though, he's been grouchy as can be. He screws up his little face into an awful grimace, sticks out his lower lip, turns beet red and lets out all sorts of terrible squawks. He has a new cry, much louder and lower than ever before, that lets us know he's MAD! He has three modes: sleeping, eating, and angry.

After a long, whiny afternoon yesterday, I got to thinking. Hmmmm. Baby just hit his three month mark... seems like I've read something about three months... so I got out the Baby Book and sure enough, it's a GROWTH SPURT! As soon as I read that, the pieces all fell together--the incessant hungriness, eating every hour or so, erratic sleeping patterns, and general fussiness. Unpredictable, too. One minute he's giggling and smiling at his daddy's antics, and a split second later he's crying like we're poking skewers into his belly button.

I measured him yesterday and he looks to be at LEAST 27 inches long!!!! He's long and lean like his daddy all right. He's long enough that I can put his 18-month overall shorts on him. They fit just fine in length but the pant leg openings are big enough to fit his whole lean-grean-bean body through them. Ha ha ha!

This evening we all went out into the yard and worked on our new garden spot together. Our little garden is surrounded by green trees with blue sky overhead and a cool shady breeze. The atmosphere was so lovely that even MadKid was quiet and happy for an hour or so as we dug around in the dark brown dirt and enjoyed getting dirt under our fingernails. Michael manned the shovel. He made a huge mountain of dirt in the process of digging out some big tree roots. I took the little three-pronged hand tool and sat in the dirt, happily digging away, smoothing out clumps and getting rid of weeds. Baby sat in his bouncy chair and cooed at the sky. I can't imagine a more beautiful way to spend an evening. Tomorrow we're going to plant our seeds.