This past month has been the most amazing month of my life; and maybe one of the hardest too. You are changing so quickly, growing faster than I imagined. While I am excited to watch you become more and more aware and interactive, I am already thinking how I will miss my teeny tiny you. We went to the doctor today for your one month visit and you already weigh 8 pounds 15 ounces and you are 21.5 inches long. In one month you have gained 2 pounds (you weighed 6 pounds 15 ounces the day we left the hospital) and have grown 2.5 inches.
You are a sweet, sweet boy. You are cuddly and easy going (most of the day). You are very alert, always checking out your surroundings. We read books together and your favorite pages to look at are the baby faces and black and white checkered page.You seem to love looking at faces, mirrors, windows and lights the most right now. We lay you on you tummy on your activity mat and you just stare at yourself in the little mirror.
Your are a strong boy... I could have told you that when you were still in my belly. From the day you were born you have been practicing lifting you head up... and today you are pretty good at it. Your arms are constantly moving. Sometimes this is problematic for you... they get in the way when you try to nurse, you wack your face quite often, and recently you have starting pulling on your hair or you ears and making yourself cry.
Bath time might just be your very favorite thing to do. You can be crying your eyes out only to stop in an instant when we bring you to your tub. It seems to mellow you out.
Papa has brought you into the shower a couple of times. Both times you fell asleep. The only downfall with bath time is when it is time to get out. You are not impressed with this. We bundle you up in your towel and sit in front of the heater and this seems to help.
Evenings are your least favorite time of day. Come 6 or 7 o'clock you seem to think the world is crashing and begin crying your eyes out. The only thing that will console you is nursing. The last few nights you have stayed attached to me for over an hour (poor mama!). Your papa and I take turns trying to calm you down. We swaddle you, rock you, bounce you, bathe you, change you, sing to you, nurse you, you name it, we've tried it. Each thing will work for a few minutes and then you will start right back up. Eventually, around 10 or 11 things settle down and you fall asleep. Some nights you will sleep for the next 5 hours, which means we get to sleep too.
You are full of all sorts of noises. Lots of grunting, little squeaks and sighs. You get mad if we move you when your asleep sometimes and let us know by scrunching your shoulders up and whining. Your are always grunting and stretching too. There are lots of other noises that come out of you as well... you are one gassy boy and could compete with grown men. Sometimes I'm not sure if certain noises are coming from you or your papa. You stinker.
I could go on and on about you and how much we all love you....