Wednesdays with GR

It was Wednesday afternoon and Mom and Dad had a doctor's appointment so they dropped me off with GR (grandma ruth) and they went. (That's dad behind me and mom to the right.)
To begin with I was fussy and began crying and kicking my legs so grandma picked me up out of my carrier, she thinks I'm the most adorable baby boy, and she began singing to me, an Elliot song: 'Elly-elly-elliot, smelly-smelly-smelliot, you are so beautiful oh yes so beautiful and whyowhy do you cryocry.."

So I quieted down and became thoughtful.

Then I began singing along.

We went outside. It was nice but so very bright.

Then I grew sleepy.
Then a little grouchy (more leg kicking). So she patted me on the back and soothed me with 'there-there's' and gave me a bit to eat, a bottle that is, and then, I fell asleep. She rested on the bed with me and the cat joined us. The cat (Star) weighs more than me right now, but not for long....

barely past sunday

 Dad and I drove to Troy Missouri yesterday to visit with great-grandmother and great-grandfather Koenig.
Great-grandmother loves me sooo much and held me and held me, until her arms were weak from holding. Dad got a picture on his phone of her loving on me but was unable to upload it to this space. dadgumit...

This language thing escapes me and grandma ruth has noticed how much I am trying to communicate, making my mouth into this 'oh' shape and then 'cooing'....

BTW: Great-Grandmother Berniece Koenig thinks that I am the most beautiful baby ever! I wonder, is she right?.....

Dad asked grandmother ruth the other day what do I see?

She asked him what he meant.

He answered, "Well the doctor told us that babies have limited eyesight and then it improves so I was just wondering what he sees."

Oh, the things I see are wonderful, most of them are not of this world, but of another place that I am just not sure about anymore because the concreteness of this world seems to be dragging everything else from that other world away, you see, that is why I smile when I sleep. Those memories are not so far away in sleep and maybe? Well, maybe that is why I wail when first awake. It is like falling against a solid surface, a reality that I am not used to yet and which still jars and shakes me...oh my (yawn)..arrividerci, good night.

sleeping and other necessities

 Okay. So it is nearly October and I am five weeks old and  this is a picture of me sleeping in the car seat which also doubles as a rocker. I like to rock but not as much as I like being bundled about in the sling by Grandma.

week 4, post 1

This is a picture of me, Elliot Flynn.
Mom calls me figgie. Grandma Ruth calls me Smelly Elly.
GR is holding me in this picture we are standing in the half-bath at her rental house off Duke Street.
I am four weeks old and went to the doctor this past week where they told me I was in the 90th percentile in height and in the 40th percentile in weight.

Let me tell you something about me.
I was born at Boone Hospital Center in Columbia, Missouri to Natalie Flynn O'Brian and Charles Elliot Koenig on August 18, 2010 at 6:17 p.m. My weight (because people always want to know this stuff) was 6lbs. 9 oz. I was 21 inches long.

My grandparents are Janie and Dave Alexander and Steven and Patti O'Brian (mom's parents), and Ruth Montgomery and Paul Koenig (dad's parents).

I spend one night of the week at grandma Ruth's house, for now.
She likes to hang with me.
She sings and tells me stories.
At four weeks I've begun to keep my eyes open more, otherwise, I eat, sleep, poop and pee, oh yeah, and burp and fart.

More later, gotta go cry now and I think I'll wave my arms and kick my legs, that always gets them..