

Cooper continues to be a great baby. Everywhere we go, people always comment on how happy and friendly he is. He smiles a lot, and hardly fusses unless something is wrong or he needs something. The one area that could be improved is his nighttime sleeping. He wakes up sometimes several times a night and wants to eat, or wants to be held. I swear letting him cry it out just makes him more clingy for the next few days. That is my downfall with him. He used to sleep through the night until teething really got bad, and then that threw a wrench in it. But with such a great kid, I can't really complain too much.
Cooper loves having his cousin, Ellie, around every day (they play together or get babysat together), and I am so happy that he's taken so well to my sister, Chelsey, who moved out here to nanny for us. He loves her, and the other day when I said, "Cooper! Want to go find Chelsey?" He said, "Cee?" I swear he was saying her name.
Which reminds me, the other day Nathan said OK to something, and Cooper said it back. He really is getting to be rather vocal. The other night he was being so loud, playing with his toys and walking/crawling around stuff. He was squealing and squawking, and saying all sorts of gibber-jabber, as usual, but REALLY loudly. Nathan and I could hardly talk over him. Nate stopped and said, "Yeah, Coop. That's your problem; you're not verbal enough." So funny.
Ok. That's enough about my adorable little boy who is the highlight of my life. I love you, Coopsta!
Last Sunday afternoon was hot and muggy, so we headed to the pool. It was Cooper's first time swimming in a pool. Our pool isn't heated, so he was pretty unsure at first in the water until his body got used to the temp. After a bit he had a good time, but just wanted to watch the other kids rather than "swim." Should've timed it better too. About 30 mins into it, it was nap time. Better luck next time, but we had a little fun anyway.
Fun with plastic bags and Dad. Need I say more?
This afternoon we went to visit our friends, Mike and Megan Armstrong and their son Matthew for the last time before we move. Matthew is 2 months and 1 day older than Cooper. It's such a shame we weren't able to get together with them more since the boys have gotten a bit bigger. They had a blast playing together while us adults visited. Matthew had lots of cool toys Cooper loved checking out, and he liked pulling Matt's hair. The boys were a bit rough with each other, each of us moms freaking out a little when our child was the agressor, but boys will be boys. They were none the worse for the wear. I just love Matthew's cheesy camera grin.
We are sure going to miss our friends in Atlanta!