Someone kindly gave our son a BYU onesie, which we were really excited about (afterall, the kid’s gotta know his blue roots). But even though it’s “newborn” size, it’s still pretty big on him. Even so, we dressed him in it for the BYU vs. CSU game last Saturday.

Getting ready for the game:

Us watching the game:

How Wes “watches” football:

I realized that I never posted photos of Wes when he was a little guy. That is, littler than he is now.

Here’s a head shot from the day he was born, September 12th:

Here’s a shot of him in his Halloween costume at six weeks old. Notice how much more filled out his face is now.

Here’s a full-body shot of him in the NICU when he was one day old:

Here he is at five weeks old. Incidentally, I took this photo because it was one of the last preemie diapers he wore. He’s actually getting too big for them now.

Here’s Wes two weeks old:

And here he is in the same outfit, but almost seven weeks old. He fills out his clothes much better.

And a few other shots from his stay in the hospital.

A yawn:

This was the first preemie onesie he wore. Isn’t it huge?!

And me holding him, displaying him in all his glory.

Today Wes and I went to the park by my house to meet up with my sister Tara and her eleven-month-old daughter Savannah. Here are some pictures as proof.

John’s not a morning person. Waking him up when he’s not ready to wake up is pretty futile.

Our son appears to be the same way.

Here are some pictures I took of Wes the other day while holding him, trying to get him to wake up.

He’s asleep.

He’s thinking about cracking those eyes open.

His eyes open!

…and shut again.

I nudge him and he gets angry.

…and then contemplative.

Are those eyes really opening?

He’s angry again.

Is he resigning himself to waking up?

Not without a fight.

It appears I’m losing the battle.

He won.

I have a ton of pictures to get up here eventually. But today I’ll share with you pictures from Wesley’s bath this morning. Babies are darn cute naked.

Here’s Wes getting soaped up in our little pink tub. He’s pretty good natured about being soaked in nice warm water.

Now we’re getting ready to wash his hair.

I just get his hair wet under the faucet and then soap him up with the sponge.

And now he’s all done!

As amazed as we are by Wes’ many talents of sleeping, sneezing, and hiccupping, we’ve been trying to increase his resume fodder by helping him learn to grip things. He will grip our fingers pretty well, so much so that his little fingertips turn white, but we thought we’d take it to the next level:

with Link-A-Doos.

Doesn’t he kind of look like a Chinese monk in this picture?

Anyway, he’ll grip it for a second.

And then . . .

Well, we’ll keep working on it.

As long as he doesn’t get too tired.

Here’s a shot of him with his dad in the nursery.