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8 weeks

Gavin is 8 weeks old! Time has flown by, though many moments have crept past at a snail's pace. This little guy has the biggest smiles. Each and every one melt my heart. He offers them just when we need them most. For example, after a night filled with tossing and turning, he'll throw one at us. Suddenly that smile makes everything lovely again and gives me the energy I didn't think I'd have.

We still haven't figured out if the zantac is truly helpful. He seems to have less issues with gas, and being uncomfortable, but he continues to spit up quite a lot. I guess the guessing game will continue for awhile.

I hate to say this, but Gavin is high maintenance. I thought we had already done our time with one high maintenance child, but apparently we survived her, so God decided to throw another our way. He loves to be held. We are trying everything and anything we can to buy ourselves some moments of not needing to hold him, but the crying is ear piercing. Our poor girls don't quite understand the issue and are more than happy to hold him, but they are not always who Gavin desires. Little stinker is already controlling things ;) He enjoys the bouncer for small intervals and will lay on the floor with the shower running. That seems to calm him best and has been my go-to if I desperately need to get something done.  He also loves to be in the carrier. That too, is my go to if we need to eat or do something else.

Gavin is warming up to baths. He has great head control and is quite strong. He enjoys standing up and checking out everything. He is definitely his sisters' brother. They were just the same--taking it all in. Gavin is transitioning to 3 month clothing. Newborn sleepers and onesies are just too snug, but the pants still fit well.

He has transitioned to daycare very well. He is at a home daycare in our little village, which is perfect. Miss Natalie only cares for her 2 year old son and Gavin. She has plenty of time to spoil him rotten, sends me pictures nearly each day and completes a scrapbook each week to update us on the happenings.  At this point, my prayers for quality childcare have been answered.  She's been wonderful.

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