The girls in my ward had the best idea and organized a Halloween costume swap. You brought any costume you were willing to let someone borrow and then looked to see if there was anything you could use. Since I didn't bring my kids, I picked out 3 costumes for Reesa and 3 for Jansen (there were SO MANY to choose from!) Jansen HATED to try on anything, (in fact he was crying real tears) but Reesa wanted to model all of them, so I took pictures. Tell me your vote!
Reesa kept telling me she wanted to be a witch for Halloween this year. So really I was looking for a witch costume for her.
Reesa loved the tiger costume SO MUCH, I couldn't get her to take it off. She slept it in and wore it 2 days straight. I thought she might like this pink dog costume Grandma Geyer got her last year so I pulled it out. Reesa put it on and said, "How about Jansen can be this pink dog, and I can be the tiger?"
When Jake came home, one by one Jansen picked up the costumes and tried to throw them out the front door. He does NOT like them around! I guess he's scared he'll really have to wear one!
So now that Mitchell's 4 months, here's my update so I can look back and hopefully laugh at all the things I was overly concerned about. He still doesn't reach for things, he can focus and follow with his eyes, if he's in the mood and with LOTS of help. I still haven't seen him smile. We're determined to teach him to use/like a binki so he can have something to comfort him, no luck yet!
However, he can turn his head BOTH ways now, and doesn't really seem to favor the right anymore. Physical Therapy is going well and I feel great about his arm extensions. His shoulders are still very tight, but seems to love a massage. He enjoys the bath, nursing, being held upright, or by his warm daddy! At night he'll eat every 2 hours, and if we're lucky he'll sleep 3 hours once... HEAVEN!
His reflux medicine seems to be doing the job, but he is still a fussy baby. I strongly believe there is a reason Mitchell was sent to our family. Today when I was feeling really discouraged about his crying, and why I couldn't stop it, I remembered there is nothing we can really do without the Lord's help. So if I think I can raise this baby without His help, I'll never succeed. It's going to require faith, patience, long suffering, temperance, and all sorts of character building stuff...