Daddy's Boy

 

Grandpa Swistak thinks I could be a linebacker.  

Look at my legs!  Maybe I'll be a running back one day.

  

 Believe it or not, I wore this outfit (Broncos onesie and hospital night shirt) the day after I was born.  I still fit in both...even though I've gained about 5 pounds and grown a few inches.

 

Mommy's in charge of the camera... and she's also in charge of dressing me.  

Broncos gear is the base of my outfit, but Steelers gear must represent.

Dippin' Dots

Alekzander got some money for Valentine's Day and decided that he wanted to invest in some wall decorations for his room.  We're calling them dippin' dots - and they remind me of a scrumptious mint chocolate chip ice cream. 

 

 

He is really in to studying his surroundings.  Whether its his Daddy's massive hand and long fingers, or the pretty packages for his future friend, Abigail Ann, or his brown dippin' dots, this boy doesn't miss much.  I love watching him drink in the details from his little world. 

Forever

For a long time there were only 

your footprints & laughter in our dreams 

& even from such small things, 

we knew we could not wait to 

love you forever.
-Brian Andreas

Alekzander @ 2 days old

Sweet Celebrations

For his 3 month birthday, Alekzander celebrated at the Melting Pot with four of my Charlotte favorites!  We are actually there celebrating Caitlin's birthday... and the fact that the five of us could finally share a glass of wine together after five years.

Alekzander was the perfect gentleman; he got snuggled, admired the fondue flame, sucked on his fingers wishing that they tasted like chocolate, and finally fell asleep allowing us some fun girl time!

Alekzander & His Dates:  Rebecca, Carrie, Caitlin, Jenny

13 Weeks + 1 Day = 3 Months

Drowned Rat

Syra, our big goofy dog who reminds us of Dug on the movie Up, gave new meaning to the term "drowned rat" today. It is raining, so she probably smells like a wet dog, but I'm mad at her now, so I won't even go near her.

While Alekzander and I were playing "Baby in the Mirror," his favorite game, Syra stole Alekzander's (and Cyrus') mouse!

{In the Markovitch family, we have a weird attraction to cute mice...they seem to find themselves in suitcases, the freezer, peeking out of a roll of toilet paper, rolled up in a ball of socks... anywhere is a good hiding place for a mouse! Not real mice, by the way, just cute stuffed mice, or rather ugly plastic rats...but the sentiment is all the same.}

The Mus (a Swedish mouse from Ikea - you may have seen him in Alekzander's Valentine's Day picture) was hanging out with the farm animals on Alekzander's playmat... and when we left the room, Syra stole the mouse. Now... she's not a dog who takes care of her toys. So apparently, while we were playing in the other room, she decided to carry the mouse down to her cage and begin devouring it, tail first.

A few minutes later, with Alekzander diapered and ready to nap, I came downstairs to let the dogs out. Kaila went right out into the yard, but Syra hung out on the porch and dropped something white. Right away I saw it was Mus... so I rescued the wet, slobbery mouse, put Syra in her cage with no treat... and gave the mouse a bath...

In just a few minutes, the poor stuffed toy lost its tail and became a drowned rat ... twice. I guess a trip to Ikea is in order...

Skills

Modesty or humility aren't traits I possess when it comes to my son. I have to tell you, I think Alekzander is pretty special... and for a 3-month old, he has a lot of skills.

Here are a few that I think are pretty spectacular.

1. Drooling. He drools like a 6-month old! You can see the puddles on his playmat.
2. Blowing bubbles. I guess this goes hand-in-hand with excess saliva! What better thing to do than blow bubbles.
3. Push-Ups. His head control and neck strength are honestly great.
4. Babbling. At times, it sounds like he knows all of his vowels, plus a few important consonant sounds like "mmmm" as in "Maaaa" and "/g/" as in milk guzzler.
5. And today... he rolled over! Twice. If you do something twice, I don't think it can be considered accidental. Of course he wouldn't do it again this evening, and he may have been slightly advantaged due to the placement of his playmat on two circle rugs, but still... he went from belly to back by pushing his head, neck, and shoulders up really high, tucking his left arm and tada! A baby roll.

He also learned to Skype tonight with his Gruffalo (aka Grandpap Tony). They both thought it was pretty exciting, though Alekzander was a little vain and preferred to look at himself in the mirror!

Isn't he special?