Can You Smell What the Little Man is Cooking?

Life with the little man gets that much more amazing every day. He's starting to smile a lot, which is heart-melting every time I see it. For some reason, he smiles the most on his changing table, like he's very happy to be having his diaper changed. He doesn't smile "on demand" just yet, so I enjoy trying different things to make him smile. I've found that puffing my cheeks out and making farting noises seems to be a sure bet - that usually brings about the big toothless grins instead of the small tight-lipped smiles.

He can't grab things just yet (well, he did grab a toy hanging on his activity mat once, but I think that was more luck than properly developed depth perception...), but he can hold on to toys if you put them in his hands. I watched him fling around a pair of toy keys for about 10 minutes yesterday and thought it was about the greatest thing ever.

On Saturday he had his first long car ride - just over 2 hours to Sacramento. He did great on the ride - slept most of the way - but he got pretty fussy by the time we got to his grandma and grandpa's house. The amount of people there who wanted to meet him might have been a little too overwhelming, but needless to say, he slept like a rock when we got home that night. Actually, he's a great night sleeper, able to sleep in about 5 and sometimes even 6 hour stretches, get a meal, and then sleep for about another 4 hours. He does not, however, sleep much at all during the day. His naps are only about 20 - 30 minutes long and they're very light (i.e. if I leave the room, he's suddenly very aware that I'm not there and makes it clear that I need to return). I'm somewhat baffled... I thought infants supposedly slept all the time?

We got back to Reno from Sacramento relatively early on Saturday, so we had some time to relax and for Roger to wind down from his big day. He was resting peacefully in his daddy's arms (so cute), when Daddy takes a sniff and says, "Are you cooking something babe?" I shook my head. It seemed a random statement; I hadn't even been into the kitchen in a while. A few minutes later, he says again, "I smell something cooking. It smells like popcorn." A light bulb went off in my head - I knew exactly what it was that my husband was smelling because it's a smell I've become rather familiar with over the past 7 weeks or so. It's true that breast milk poops don't smell that bad, and Roger's happen to smell somewhat like popcorn. A sniff to the little man's butt confirmed that the "cooking" my husband was smelling was simply what the little guy had been cooking up in his diaper. :)