Miracle Medicine, Drool and Passport (for real this time)

After our misersable first attempt to get Sebastian a passport last week, I decided to break down and make an appointment at the other post office to secure a time to get it done. I hate making appointments because I hate being tied down by them but, there was no alternative.


Daddy was getting him ready, I think playing is more of an accurate description of what he was doing :)



All dressed up and ready to go...he is even wearing sneakers!

 So...we showed up at 2:20p for our 2:30p appointment and Sebastian was in relatively good spirits since he had just finished nursing. Mama had timed it perfectly....unfortunately...we had a lazy postal worker who was 30 minutes behind in her appointments. We did not go back until 3:10p...let's just say Mama was fuming cause my once happy child was now beyond tired of waiting and in a rather whiny mood. He had also had a bout of reflux and I didn't even notice that he left a puddle on the floor :) Jonathan stratigically smeared it around to get it to dry up.
We were greeted inside by a nice but firm postal worker. It felt like we were being interrogated but with a smile! She was making small talk while grilling us with questions like: Do you have a second form of ID? How will you be paying for this? Do you swear the information on the application is 100% true and accurate? Will you be holding him for the picture? Well since he is only 3 months old and last time I checked, he couldn't hold his body weight up, so of course I will be holding him. She then proceeded to cover me in a white towel (over my head and upper body) so that there would be a white background for the picture.
The saying, "No one takes a good passport picture." is true even for babies.



Looks like a mugshot!

We finally got out of the post office at 3:45pm...we were all exhausted but only one of us got to take a nap afterwards.



Must be nice to sleep at work!

The last two weeks or so, we have noticed a HUGE influx in the amount of spit this child produces. He is DROOLING CONSTANTLY! Not just a little drool, we have strings of saliva hanging from his mouth to my shirt and then over to his hand...ridiculous! Since he has suddenly taken a huge interest in chewing on his fist, he is successfully drenching all of his shirts. Everyone keeps saying he is teething but he is only three months old so I am still hoping it is just a lack of mouth control :)

We are working on more tummy time to prepare for our next photoshoot.

It didn't last long, I could only get these three pictures before the waterworks started.

On a great note...Sebastian started taking Zantac twice a day for his reflux and I would like to rename it the miracle medicine! We have gone from an absurd amount of grumpiness to the normal three month old grumpiness. It is fabulous to have him awake and happy for more than a few seconds. He will get fussy when he is hungry or has been up for several hours and needs a nap but otherwise we have been able to play with him and just hold him for long periods of time without screaming. He is still eating every two hours but at least the mood has improved.



No more screaming in the Bumbo!







What Mama?!?



He likes to watch his singing puppy! Sawyer hates the dancing puppy...Hopefully this new mood will last cause we are loving it!!!