Hunter the Grunter

Hunter has had a habit of grunting since he was born. There he lay in his bassinet in the hospital, swaddled up like a teeny baby burrito, eyes closed, wiggling and grunting all day and night. It was as if he was totally dissatisfied with his new colder and brighter world outside my belly. At the time, we thought it was a newborn thing and he'd surely grow out of it as he adjusted to the new world around him. In the days after we returned home from the hospital, he grunted so much he earned the nickname Hunter the Grunter. While we don't call him that all the time, usually only during or after a grunt-fest, it seems he won't be out growing that nickname anytime soon.



Seven weeks later, he's still grunting his way through the day and night. He rarely cries to let us know how he's feeling. Instead, he grunts. Yep, he grunts when he sleeps, he grunts when he's trying to wake up, he grunts when he's hungry, when he's tired, when he needs a new diaper, when he's not happy... so pretty much all the time. Lately though, he's started to punctuate these grunting sessions with a few squeeks and meeps, and of course, the ubber-cute coos and goos. As for me, I'd rather wake up to little baby grunts, instead of crying, any day.