Locking In on His Second Championship

A snippet from NMRAracing.com:

“All shook up” is a good way to describe the state of ACT Factory Stock going into Columbus, and more was in store over the weekend. Defending champ Tommy Godfrey was first in qualifying with an 11.262, followed by the only guy left to unseat him, John Leslie, Jr., who was carrying an 11.472. Louis Sylvester was third at 11.612, while Jay Dold was batting cleanup with an 11.713. A dropped valve and holed piston in the burnout box in the last round of quals put Leslie out of the picture, and Godfrey made the most of it, going all the way to the finals on Sunday, where he’d be matched against Matt Amrine, the FS rookie who scored a shocking win over Godfrey in the final round at Joliet. Amrine broke out the chainsaw and left the tree in Godfrey’s lap with a .034-.147 holeshot, but the eleven-sixty pace he’d been on all day wasn’t going to do it as Godfrey pulled an 11.224 out of his bag of tricks and earned his first winner’s circle appearance since Bradenton last year.

Mr. Social

Not only did we get an extra special visit from our favorite cuz, Jessica but we've been working hard to make our first sounds and giggles these past couple of weeks. What started as sort of just an "O' shape with his mouth and sort of an "ekk" sound. I caught a little bit on this video, though it's like he knows he's being recorded because he gets much less talkative. The giggles though can melt even the most exasperated mommy after a long trying day. He's been smiling at me for weeks but now he'll sort of giggle. I say sort of because it's more like a nerdy little inhale than a laugh right now, but just too damn cute. Today he even started giggling at the bouncer's activity bar. He seems to find the monkey downright hilarious.

As you can see, Baeleigh is showing off her awesome braid that Jessica put in her hair. She was very proud of it. She still had it in when we went off to Namaw and Pop-pop's house later that afternoon.

Hangin with my Peeps

I couldn't resist but to sit him amongst some of Baeleigh's furry stuffed friends in her room. He chilled in that SpongeBob chair for a good few minutes. Guess he liked the company.

Burrito Baby

The only way we've been able to get this child to sleep most of the time has been to swaddle him...tightly. Tommy and I refer to it as "burrito'ing" him. So, Baeleigh asked her Daddy a few weeks ago while Gavin was crying, "Daddy, do you need to taco Gavin?" She kills me.

Catching Up On Some Z's

I guess you can say that we are both exhausted - except he seems to be the one that's catching up on his zzz's. Now I just wish I could master the whole sleep-when-he-sleeps thing. Easier said than done. No matter how tired I am I can never manage to nap when he's napping. Though I seem to have no problem crashing into the bed around 9:30pm when I hand Gavin off to Tommy for a few hours. With the exception of those nights when I hear either crying or whining from the nursery (this could be Gavin or Tommy at any given moment), then I toss and turn until I go to help them out.

And, before I hear any grumblings about Gavin being on his belly, watch him for a day - or even better, a night. I've never seen a child that looks completely peaceful and zonked suddenly begin to wave his arms around until he beats himself in his head to smack himself back awake. No kidding. His arms have a mind of their own. I know that the whole SIDS thing is supposed to be "back to sleep", but for his own comfort and our sanity we've been cautiously putting him on his belly. It started out on his side and now he's on his belly. He seems to sleep so much better this way. So, after you've come over and listen to him scream for an hour and a half after his half to hour long feeding at 2am in the morning, we'll talk about what position he should be lying down in.

And, last thing: No evidence capturing this little mini event, but he's already beginning to smile and giggle and coo at me. Perfect example: This morning. I was so frustrated with his feeding because acts like he hasn't eaten in like 5 days and it's only been 2 hours. I pulled the bottle out of his mouth trying not to drown him with the Stage 2 nipple (attempting to fill him up faster without him working so much for the food), and he started to spazz out again. But then, he looked at me and just gave me this little grin and started giggling. So cute, yet so evil.

Taking Matters Into Your Own Hands

When it's time for dinner, it's time for dinner. Apparently I wasn't moving things along quick enough for little Gavin. So, he decided to take matters into his own hands. The funny thing is that I've never seen him suck his thumb (or hand) like this. I've seen him shove his fists into his mouth or gnaw on my shoulder waiting for slow Mommy to "prepare" for his feeding, but not this. So, when I looked down I just expected him to be rooting around as usual.

He had his first visit with the pediatrician yesterday. He's doing very well and has gained almost all of his weight back from birth - up to 6lbs .06 ounces. Mommy and G had to hold him down through another PKU test - but at least it wasn't a succession of shots. I always hated being Baeleigh's visual as they poked her with needles. You always seem like the bad guy.

My best lesson though was that I learned I had to "tuck" Gavin's "package" down when putting on a diaper. The ped was checking his circumcision and proceeded to do this and I asked, "Oh, are you supposed to do that?" Yes, she said, but "I learned that from having my own son, not something you learn in med school." We all had a good laugh. That would explain why he was going through about five outfits a day. We just thought it was the vaselined gauze that we had to apply for his circumcision. Ah, the things you learn with having a new baby boy...it's a whole new world. Eight days old and I've already been peed on twice and poo'ed on once.

Welcome Gavin Thomas Godfrey

Just a few pics of our eventful day on Monday to welcome little Gavin to the world. Everyone is doing well.

Born 10:51AM
6lbs .8 ounces
17.5 inches

We hope to go home tomorrow. More to come...

P.S. Gotta check out the "country western singer" nurse.