twenty nine and thirty weeks

Knox, my sincerest apologies. I thought my performance with Surrey was so low that I couldn't possibly fall into the trap of the failing mom of a second child. But alas, there are fewer pictures of you and later updates. And I can't for the life of my get a grip on when and what and how much real food you should be eating. What I do know, is that these past two weeks you've been ravenous. Grabbing for any food vessel, never relenting during bumbo feed sessions, inhaling your bottle in literally seconds. Am I starving you? Could you stop spitting up so much so I'd feel ok about feeding you more? I'm afraid your little stomach may burst. I hope this all means you won't be a picky eater (cough, Surrey, cough).

In other news, thumbs up on finally transitioning out of the swaddle. You rolled over in the night at your grandparents' house and so we had to go cold turkey. Speaking of rolling - you're doing it bud! Rolling across the floor like a champ - but only to your right. I like that you're keeping a little mystery, not giving it all up in one shot. 

Your talking is most definitely the cutest thing ever. That funny lip face, hysterical. Your sister is starting to get borderline violent with you. I'm sorry. Love how you guys love each other though - smiling ear to ear when you see each other. Thanks for laughing and smiling at her antics. Thanks for putting up with her CONSTANT touching.