Seamus has just mastered the art of smiling, and he's working on laughing. He can make the face for laughter, but not the sound. Yet. Although, he's squealing in delight more and more. Unfortunately, the ceiling fan is the recipient of most of these smiles, but Thomas and I get our share. The other day my mother was sitting next to me while I was nursing and Seamus kept smiling at her while he was eating. Milk went everywhere.
We've come up with so many nicknames in the heat of baby talk. It's funny the things that come out of your mouth when trying to entertain an infant. Here are just some of the many names we call Seamus: Shim-Sham (we call him this more than anything, more than Seamus even), the Great Shamdini, Shamalese, Sweety Pete, Mr. Milk Man (he has a onesie that says this, thanks Bill and Christin). We also call him Mr. Gwyn a lot.
I have less than three weeks of maternity leave left before I must return to work. My three months away is flying by so fast. Thomas and I have worked out our schedules so that Seamus will not have to be in day care. I'm happy for this, but sad that I won't be with my little man all day. We've been playing the lottery on Wednesdays and Saturdays hoping to hit jack-pot so I can be a stay-at-home mom for awhile.