January 4th

Jeffrey had his first taste of baby food.  It took awhile for him to figure out how to use his tongue to swallow without pushing it back out of his mouth.

We met my family at a roller skating arena in January.  This was our last chance to hang out and see my parents before they hoped on a plane to go back to Belgium.  They also have blow up slides and a fun ball shooting area.

Andrew looked so cute riding his scooter around but he wanted dad to help him a lot too.

Max and Tyson riding around together.  At one point Tyson crashed and was really upset and started crying.  He said he wasn’t good at riding a scooter.  We assured him that he is good.  He can just practice more and get even better.  Bless his heart.  He has such a sweet and sensitive heart.

Jeffrey was held by my dad or Emily basically the whole evening.

The ball blasting area was really cool.  The older boys filled up buckets with balls and aimed and shot people with them.

Andrew loved filling up the launch pad and watching all the balls exploded upward.  And to be honest, Brian looked like he was having just as much fun as the boys.

Then the kids got their faces painted.  Tyson picked Captain America.  He loved it and I’m PRETTY sure he thought he became Captain America with the paint on.

After the fun place we went to Chil-Fil-A and then said our tearful goodbyes. 

Later that night Brian went to a movie with his friends and I had decided enough was enough.  I had to sleep train Jeffrey.  So I did.  He cried for about an hour and fell asleep.  If I remember right he slept well through the night.  The next night was about 15 minutes and the night after about 5.  Why did I wait so long to sleep train him?  1) I was worried he’d be like Tyson and scream for hours and hours. 2) I enjoyed rocking my baby to sleep.  I just wanted him to stay little.  But I knew I needed to do something because waking up multiple times a night was not helping me be a good mother.  I know we had tried it a few monthes before but that was in a pack n play.  It’s like he knew it wasn’t a real bed.  So this time we moved my mom’s bed up against the wall and set up the crib.  Best thing ever.