And below is Asher as of this morning. Look at those cheeks! A little squish left there, but not much. And those arms and legs! So thin! And his neck, too. He doesn't look like a baby anymore. He really is growing up, dag nab it! I love that skinny little boy, too. But I miss the squishy hugs.
But don't worry. There is still plenty of squishyness in this house. Isaiah is now the sole provider of squishy hugs around here. Just look at those cheeks. And those fingers! He's still got plenty to go around. But how long will it last?
And, just because I took a picture of the boys, I had to include one of Naomi. She doesn't have much squish left either. But she sure is beautiful. (and yes, that is plain Cheerios in the bowl and water in the cup - that's what she wanted)
Oh, and an update on the Isaiah sleeping situation. The first night was pretty awful with 40 minutes of crying at bedtime and two mid-night session of 20 minute crying. But then last night there was only 5 minutes of crying at bedtime and one mid-night session of 10 minute crying. So maybe there is hope. I've been taking the approach of letting him cry it out, but not alone. I go in for just a minute to soothe him then increase the increment of time between my visits whether he is crying or not (go in after 1 minute, soothe him, then go in after 2 more minutes, soothe him, then go in after more 5 minutes, soothe him, then go in after 10 more minutes, etc.). I think it is working. A couple more nights will tell I guess. Thank you all for your advice. It's true that there are many styles of parenting and most are not right or wrong.