I wish I could write more, my dear boy; however, I much prefer you sleeping on me to sitting on a computer/to doing anything really at all. This is why I have 20 thank you cards that I have yet to write...
You are 7 weeks old today. You are changing and growing in ways I could not imagine. It's the little things: your eyelashes have come in, blonde and curling, the wrinkles in your legs are turning into rolls, you have dirt under your nails because you grab everything.
You grab everything! It's becoming more intentional - holding my shirt when your hungry, pulling my hair, grabbing the boob when you're hungry. I look forward to this becoming even more obvious. You're standing... mostly when your frustrated and still hungry, or just needing exercise. You NEED exercise! You love to kick and punch still, but your favorite is pushing across the bed with our hands as a back board. You make such a manly grunt as you go. We love it! Until it turns to tears...
Your neck is so strong. You hold it up steady, again the best when you're hungry. You're a great communicator/I think we understand each other better each day. The saying is true, "it doesn't get easier, you get better at it." Every day is a new challenge with you, different cries, pains and frustrations, but we just go through the list and find what it is you need.
Your cries are all different and mean different things. Your hungry cry is a sweet Meh sound. It's our favorite. Now, when you're in the nursery, lying down to eat, you don't cry, you trust and know what's coming.
You LOVE lights - the sparkly lights in the changing area, the windows, or anything contrasting and bright. We call any window the baby sitter - you can just sit and stare.
Your sleeps are ever-changing as we are told or learn different things. Your favorite is sleeping on us, next to sleeping in bed with us on your stomach which we recently heard is a no no. Too bad because our alternative is you on your back making grunt noises all night, me pacifying you, while my arm falls asleep.
You don't really care about rocking. You love going outside. You're GREAT in restaurants, either wide awake, kicking and looking around or fast asleep. You've also done brilliantly shopping. Frankly, you're an easy baby all around. We just have to make sure you're well fed. You don't hardly even fuss when you have a dirty diaper.
You're down to pooping about once/day and it tends to be a blowout.
I've written this on my phone with you on my chest - the only way anything gets done anymore. You're starting to stir which means grubbing time! I will indulge this at anytime so you grow big and healthy. Which by the way, everyone says you look so healthy. You have big, bright, alert eyes. You're really just gorgeous and perfect and I feel like the luckiest mom to have ever lived. I'm grateful for every second you share with me.
