Month: October 2015
Sometimes, Mom, I Don’t Even Brush My Hair
My mom was in town last week, as I mentioned a couple posts back. Finn had a great time with his Mimi, and I was thankful to have another adult around during the week.
My mom has always taken the tough love approach. So, I shouldn’t have been surprised when, one afternoon, while we were out running errands, she looked right at me (mildy disgusted) and asked, “Do you even brush your hair?!”
Later, I recounted the conversation on Facebook and made some quip about how I needed to return to my pre-baby beauty routine. The truth is, since Finn was born, I haven’t paid much attention to my appearance.
(We deliberately took these photos on one of the few days when we DID brush our hair. Just because we wanted Finn to know, when he looks back on his baby pictures, that his mommas weren’t completely haggard.)
I don’t really brush my hair most days, actually. I mean, I comb it when I get out of the shower, but my blow dryer has been seriously neglected ever since Finn came into our lives. And let’s not even talk about make-up. Or any outfit that doesn’t involve Birkenstocks and flannel shirts. (Insert lesbian jokes, here.)
You get the idea.
Partly, this is because Finn and I don’t really do much. We run errands here and there, sure, but we don’t actually go anywhere that warrants my trading in the flannel for something even remotely more stylish. (Can I get a “what, what!” for flannel shirt weather?!)
And partly, this is because, when I’m home with him by myself, it is damn near impossible to get much done. My whole day has become a maze of naps and feeding times. That sounds like a complaint, but it isn’t. It’s just the reality. Finn’s life works on 2-3 hour cycles. He eats, poops, plays, sleeps, and does it all again.
I tackle my daily routine (eating, showering, answering work emails, doing house stuff) with my never-ending to-do list–all while he takes naps. And most of his naps last 45-55 minutes. And I usually only get 2 or 3 of those before Sona gets home.
When I have a big task for the day, like cleaning the house or editing photos or grading student essays, I literally rush to start as soon as he’s in his crib. Then, it’s just a race against the clock–or the baby monitor. Sometimes, like this week (with a wedding to shoot, an engagement session, a blown-out car tire, a dishwasher that died, a Halloween costume to finish–or start), it feels like all I do is rush around non-stop. And it can be exhausting.
I now understand all of those cliched movie plots wherein an overworked mom wants for nothing more than a long, peaceful bubble bath and a glass of wine.
I’ve tried carving out “me time,” when I can. I used to get manicures ones every few months, and now I get them pretty regularly. It’s silly, I know, especially since I have perfectly manicured fingernails and a tangled mess of a head. But it’s been nice to have that hour–every couple of weeks–not to have to even think about getting anything done.
Yesterday, I scheduled an early-morning conference call with an editor for a textbook I’ve co-authored. I deliberately asked everyone to chat early, thinking that Finn would still be sleeping. Of course, halfway through the call, he started squirming.
“I’m sorry,” I told our Oxford editor. “My son is crying and I have to go get him.”
I spent the last half of the conference call, discussing book edits while bottle-feeding–and burping–Finn. I did my best to seem interested in the phone conversation.
Maybe that’s the part of this parenting thing that’s been the toughest to work out–for me and for Sona. (She’s struggling with the never-ending to-do list in her head, too.) The thing is, we just can’t do it all. We could barely do it all before our son was born, and we’re failing miserably, trying to do it all, now.
It’s about finding balance–that thing that we’re all always trying to find. We haven’t found it, yet, if I’m being honest. I think there’s probably a learning curve for new parents, and I’m sure that some semblance of balance will come with time.
Until then, even though we sometimes feel like we’re spinning out of control, we wouldn’t trade in a second of the chaos for time we’ve gotten to spend with Finn. And that’s what I want to work on the most.
Not on having a cleaner house. Not on whittling down the to-do lists, though they are always there, nagging. Just on spending time with our son. CHOOSING Finn.
I haven’t been brushing my hair because I’ve been choosing to spend as much time as possible with our son. When he is awake, and while I’m home with him for what–in the long run–amounts to such a short and precious time, I choose him.
He is my priority–and that’s a lot coming from a gal who is a perfection-obsessed workaholic.
But I want Finn to look back on his childhood and remember that, even if there were dirty dishes in the sink and baskets of unfolded laundry all over the house, we always made time for him. We put him first, above everything else (except maybe Momma’s manicures).
We have to keep reminding ourselves, as parents, that most of the things we spend time worrying about don’t really matter at all. The best thing Sona and I have to give is our time, and how we choose to spend it is, after all, a CHOICE.
I choose Finn. And I’ll choose him again and again and again, without any regrets.
Mornings with Finn
I’ve made no bones about the fact that late evenings with Finn are–trying. It’s the end of the day, we’re all tired, Sona and I desperately want alone time, and he resists sleep with all of his might.
Mornings with him, though, are THE MOST.
Currently, I’m lucky enough to be home with Finn all week long. So, at least five days a week, I’m the one who wakes him up and walks him through his morning routine. I try very hard to let Sona do this on the weekends. Since it’s the time of day when Finn is his happiest, I really want her to get the chance to experience that time with him. Sometimes, by the time she gets home in the early evening, he’s starting to get a little funky.
But in the mornings, he’s the cutest darn thing you’ve ever seen.
Finn still wakes up each morning between 7:00-8:00. Since he’s been asleep for 9-10 hours at that point, he is usually hungry. At that time, I go in, quietly unswaddle him, and feed him a 4 ounce bottle in the rocking chair. I don’t turn on any lights, and I don’t turn off the sound machine. So, for both of us, it’s restful, quiet time.
He downs the bottle pretty quickly–usually in just 10 minutes or so. Then, I burp him, change him, and put him back in his crib. I swaddle him, trying to ignore the fact that he’s smiling and doing his best to engage me, and I walk away. Within 10-15 minutes, he’s asleep, again. So far, he’s never, ever cried during this time. I think he knows he’s not done sleeping, yet.
Then, he wakes for the day at around 10:30. His morning wake times are like clockwork, and he rarely deviates more than 10-15 minutes day to day. I get up at this time, too, unless I have a lot to do that day, in which case I stay awake at 7:00 and get as much done as possible while we sleeps those last few hours. (Let’s be honest: this never really happens.)
He is usually good to play quietly in his crib for the first 10-15 minutes or so after he wakes up. I use that time to make him a bottle–he drinks 6 ounces at that time–go to the bathroom, turn on the TV, and get something to drink.
Then, I go in to wake him up. It’s my favorite time of the day. I turn his lamp on and turn the sound machine down. At that point, he knows something is up and starts looking around for me. As soon as I walk over to the crib and he notices me, he smiles the biggest, most goofy heart-stopping grin. He’s SO happy to see me. (He’s also happy to see anyone else who is willing to rescue him from the prison that is his crib, but I like the believe that he’s particularly happy to see his mommies.)
As I unswaddle his arms (we’re not swaddling them for naps, anymore, just for nighttime sleep), he does the most over-exaggerated stretches.
It’s the most adorable wake-up routine you’ve ever seen. Trust me.
Finn LOVES when we say “good morning” in an annoyingly high-pitched baby voice. So, of course, we say it a lot.
I take him to the living room, get his bottle out of the warmer, and feed him breakfast on the couch, usually while watching a DVR’d episode of The Chew. (I like it more than he does.)
It takes 15-20 minutes to feed him and burp him during that time, and then we just hangout on the couch for a bit. I appreciate having the time to sit still, and he is usually still waking up. I give him lots of kisses, he stares at various things around the house (right now, it’s the spiders we have on the wall for Halloween), and we text Sona photos so that she doesn’t feel so left out.
When I sense that he’s over the couch time–or when he takes a big poop (which is often, lately)–we go back to the nursery.
I put on the Florence and the Machines Pandora station and put Finn on his changing table–his favorite place in the whole wide world. We listen to music, dance, change his diaper, wash his face, and lotion him up (he’s got pretty dry skin)–all while he’s on his changing pad. Since he seems so happy during this time, I draw the process out. It’s when I get the most smiles, too.
I think he’d stay there for an hour, if we let him.
Once I’ve put fresh clothes on him, I put him down on his play mat. I still keep the music on, and he loves to watch me dance around him. Right now, he’s really digging Mumford & Sons and Of Monsters and Men.
He plays on his mat for 10-15 minutes, and then he starts to get tired. His eyes get red, he begins rubbing his face, and he gets a little whiny. So, I slowly turn down the lights, turn off the music, and turn up his sound machine.
When I sense that he’s really sleepy, I pick him up, put him back in his crib, swaddle him (arms out, this time), tell him I love him, and leave the room. He protests for about 60 seconds, and then he drifts off to sleep. That first nap comes on pretty quickly, and it usually lasts an hour.
That’s when I eat breakfast, answer emails, and make bottles for the day.
Of course, I love being with Finn all of the time. But when I go back to work, it’s going to be my mornings with him that I’ll miss the most.
Let Go and Let… Grandparents
Finn is a lucky boy. He’s got several grandparents that are absolutely, positively smitten. One of the most fun parts of parenting him has been watching our parents go all weak in the knees when they are around him. He’s totally got them all wrapped around his itty bitty finger.
Though, having grandparents around a lot (we’ve had 5 weeks of visitors in Finn’s 10 weeks of life), has its challenges, too. A lot of those challenges have to do with the fact that we’re cramming ourselves, Finn, four rabbits, two cats, and guests into a small, 2-bedroom garden apartment. Since our guest room is now Finn’s nursery–and since he’s now sleeping in his nursery–there’s just not much extra space for visitors.
We’ve got family sleeping on a blow-up mattress in our living room, y’all. It ain’t pretty.
But many of the challenges have resulted from the fact that Sona and I are both, each in our own way, total control freaks. She likes to keep a home in perfect order, and she’s a bit OCD when it comes to cleaning. And I like things to be done my way. Cause, you know, my way is better–right??? (I’m kidding.) (No, I’m not.) (I am, I am.)
Couple my control freaky-ness with my being a Mama Bear and–WHOA.
We both come by our neuroses honestly, as we’ve been pretty independent our whole lives. We’re also pretty independent in our parenting, and, since there’s no better environment for various opinions to breed than when a new baby enters into the equation, it gets tricky. Enter: baby. Enter: EVERYONE’S opinions about EVERYTHING.
As new parents trying to flex our own parenting muscles, Sona and I have really resisted–maybe too much, at times–letting others influence the way we want to raise Finn. We’ve read all of the books, spent hours on online forums, talked to his doctors, and fretted over what was best for him. I know that none of that holds a candle to actually having raised babies before, but our own parenting ways (I refuse to say “philosophy,” here) have evolved significantly–even in just the 2.5 months that Finn has been in our lives.
So, when grandparents have come, wanting to–with the best intentions–take over a bit, it’s been tough. There’s been more than one power struggle about the silliest things: how to change a diaper, what kind of lotion to use, how and when and where Finn should sleep, how and when and where we should sleep, etc. And then, there are the questions: “Are you sure I can’t hold him?” “Why are you letting him cry?” “Is he really hungry already?” “Are you burping him enough?” “Is that sleeping arrangement safe?”
And can we just talk about how often they insist that he is cold? You get the idea.
When you are giving 150% to raising a baby, and you’re exhausted from doing so, it’s sometimes hard not to read the deluge of opinions as criticisms, even when they aren’t meant that way.
And, what’s been even more trying than the suggestions, they want us to just let go and hand him over. Why wouldn’t they? He’s the most adorable squish in all the land, and they don’t see him nearly as often as they would like. Plus, they want to give us a break. They recognize that we’re tired and on edge and in need of some adult time, and they want to help.
But Sona and I have a pretty horrible track record when it comes to letting others, especially our parents, help. We already knew this was something we needed to work on, but that is becoming abundantly more clear with a little one.
So, we’re going to work on it. We’re going to work on letting go–no matter how much every cell is our body is conditioned to hold on to the reigns. It’s a balance, and we need to find it. We want our parents to respect the choices we’ve made for our son, but we also want them to feel like they have an important role in his life.
My mom is here now, visiting from Tennessee. I won’t lie: when she got here yesterday, I was immediately on edge. I wanted to scream: “But he’s MY baby! No–you can’t hold him the entire time that you are here. No–you can’t change his diaper; I’ll do it. No–you cannot put him to bed.”
Maybe I actually did scream some of those things.
Yet, it’s just not good for anyone, and it is especially bad for Finn. The truth is, neither Sona nor myself are very close to our families. We have pretty small circles, and we want Finn’s circle to be larger. We want, very much, for him to be connected to a large web of people who love him. And want what’s best for him. And want to change his diaper–just every now and then.
I’m able to right this blog post right now because my mom is in the back, rocking Finn as we get him ready for bed. I know I’m lucky–and he’s lucky–that she’s here.
Even if I did just tell her to “stop stimulating him.” Hey–baby steps. 🙂
To Costume or Not To Costume?
I mean, of course we are going to put Finn in a costume for his very first Halloween. But we also have to admit that doing so is a bit ridiculous.
The truth is, 0-3 months is probably the worst age for Halloween costumes. Since Finn can’t even sit up, yet, any costume he wears is going to be a shapeless blob.
Also, as much as we’d love to take him trick-or-treating just to have an excuse to collect–and eat–a bag full of candy, he’s just too little. The jig would be up. Everyone would know that the candy was for us.
Next year, at least we can pretend that he’s going to gum a piece or two.
Still, even if it is just for a photo to post on social media, we are going to dress our little guy up this year. We just can’t resist. And, since the selection of newborn-sized costumes is slim, I’m going to try to craft a Pinterest-inspired get-up.
Be prepared for an epic crafting FAIL. I just don’t have the patience to do this stuff well.
Since we’re talking about Halloween, here are some photos from our pumpkin-buying adventure–just because.
Finn had SO much fun. Can you tell? (When we were taking this photo, an older lady walked by and asked, “When are you going to stop torturing him?” “Never,” I answered.)
I think we’re almost to an age where he will actually smile for a photo or two!
Stay tuned. I’ll be sure to post photos of Finn in his first-ever Halloween costume, even if it is a hot mess.
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Life After The Rock N’ Play (Or How Finn Is Sleeping, Currently)
A few weeks ago, we decided that we needed to start transitioning Finn from sleeping in the Rock n’ Play, which was next to our bed, to sleeping in his crib.
There were a few things that necessitated this move: First, my wife returned to work a week ago. She wakes at 4:30AM to get ready for her day, and we knew that, with Finn in our room, she wouldn’t get a good night’s sleep. Also, we’d heard horror stories about babies getting “too accustomed” to the Rock n’ Play and flat-out refusing to sleep in their cribs. And, of course, we just knew, instinctively, that Finn was ready to sleep in his own room. (He was WAY more ready than we were, as it turned out.)
To prepare for the transition, we’d been having Finn take at least one nap each day in his crib. That went on for a week or two, and he was doing just fine. So, one night a week before Sona’s maternity leave ended, we decided to give it a go.
The first two nights, he only lasted 3 hours in his crib. At that point, he was still sleeping in 3-4 hour stretches, and we brought him into our room after he’d successfully slept the first stretch in the crib. This was both for our comfort and for his (or at least that’s how we justified it).
The third night, we decided to go cold turkey. We put him down in the crib, and we committed to leave him in there for the full night. He slept pretty well, but he didn’t sleep as restfully as he normally does.
I did what I always do: I took to Google. After reading lots of blogs and forum posts, I’d learned that we should make his crib as Rock N’ Play-like as possible to help with the transition.
Specifically, we did three things: 1. We put books under one side of the crib, making it incline slightly, just as the Rock N’ Play does. 2. We rolled a quilt (a bolster pillow would work, too), and put it at his feet. That way, he feels some resistance when he stretches and kicks. 3. We used a beach towel to make a nest under the crib sheet. I have no doubt that this has been the most effective tip, as Finn seems to really like feeling snug, and he sleeps more peacefully when he doesn’t have a big, empty mattress around him.
You can kind of see the nest in this photo (pardon his scowl–momma was waking him up by taking photos):
You’ll also see that I’ve taped some black and white art images inside of the crib. This has been really helpful, too. When Finn is awake, drifting off to sleep, they give him something to focus on. They also keep him quiet when he first wakes up. Instead of immediately crying, he spends some time looking at the pictures. (They are from this great book, which was a gift from friends. Finn LOVES the high contrast images.)
Since we did these tricks, Finn has been sleeping like a champ. In fact, not only does he sleep more soundly (less grunting and moving), but he also has started significantly extending his stretches of sleep.
This all started about a week and a half ago. We hadn’t consciously made any effort to “sleep train” him, yet. Though, we were starting to feel the pressure. It seemed like every book we saw, and every online post we read, was pushing us in that direction.
We both felt a little uncomfortable with the concept. Don’t get me wrong, we make a conscious effort not to respond immediately each time Finn cries; we want him to learn that he has to wait before his mommies run to him. We’re trying to teach him patience, and we want him to self-soothe (which is an ability that develops a little later, we know).
But the American parenting approach to baby sleep is, to me, so rigid. We aren’t rigid parents, really. We’re pretty flexible about a lot of things, and we want Finn to be flexible, too. So, while we have worked to establish a routine, we haven’t been obsessive about bedtime.
Finn seems to like a later bedtime, actually. He goes to sleep between 9-10:30 each night. And, for a long while, we thought we were bad parents for allowing him to stay up that late. Most parenting books and blogs recommend a bedtime closer to 7:00. But yesterday, at his 2 month check-up, his pediatrician said that she actually recommends a 10:00-11:00 bedtime for babies Finn’s age. She said it more naturally fits with their own inherent sleep rhythms.
That explains A LOT, as Finn fights going to bed any earlier, and now we know why.
She also told us that, as he gets older, he’ll begin scaling back his bedtime naturally, landing at around 7:00 by the time he is 6 months old.
I really appreciated her saying that. She didn’t say we should force him to bed. She didn’t say we should watch the clock obsessively. She said we should just let it happen naturally.
Turns out, that’s kind of what we’ve been doing. We’ve been watching Finn’s cues and following them as best we can, trying not to worry too much about whether or not he’s sleeping long enough or at the right times or according to the 1,298 parenting philosophies floating around.
And guess what? It’s working! Look at this graph, showing Finn’s daily eating, changing, and sleeping patterns:
As this shows, starting right at the 8-week mark, Finn started sleeping longer and longer each night. His sleep stretches increased nearly a full hour every single day. He started that week sleeping 5-6 hours at a time, and he ended it having slept 10 and 11 hour stretches.
We didn’t really do anything, actively, to encourage this; we just got out of his way.
Of course, the first few nights that he slept long stretches, we watched the monitor like crazy ladies. And when I woke up one morning to find that he was still sleeping after 9.5 hours, I went to check that he was breathing. (Don’t judge.)
But, so far, it seems like Finn is settling into his own sleep patterns. He still wakes up at around 6:30 sometimes. When he does, it takes about 15 minutes to give him a bottle, change his diaper, and put him back in bed (awake). He’ll fall asleep, on his own, a few minutes later.
Most days, he wakes up between 10-10:30. We have our mornings together, listening to music, watching The Chew, playing, and then he’ll go down for a nap around noon.
Things aren’t all so easy. As the day goes on, he resists naps more and more. He hates his 5:30-6:30 nap, and he usually sleeps pretty restlessly during that time.
And, though he’s super easy to put back to sleep if he wakes during the night, getting him down that first time is pretty tough. That’s the one time when we can’t put him in his crib awake, expecting him to fall asleep on his own. It’s like he knows it’s bedtime, and it’s his life mission to resist it.
Sona usually nurses him until he falls asleep. Then, she puts him in his crib and sneaks out of the room. Half of the time he stays asleep. Half of the time he wakes, screaming, 5 minutes later. On the nights when he wakes, it’s usually an hour-long battle to get him to fall asleep.
But–we’re getting there. I’d forgotten what 8-hour stretches of sleep felt like, and it makes our lives a lot easier now that he’s sleeping through the night. The pediatrician warned us that, with sleeping, it’s “a few steps forward, a couple of steps back.” Still, I’m glad that Finn is leading the way.
Stuff We’re Crushing On, Lately
I know, I know–stuff is just stuff. But there is some stuff that makes life easier, especially life with a tot.
We were told to register for lots and lots of stuff while pregnant with Finn. Everyone had recommendations for something that we “must have,” and we found dozens of checklists, urging us to buy this many onesies and that many bottles.
As first-time parents who wanted to be (over)prepared, we, of course, got completely caught up in the hype. So, we over-bought, and we likely could’ve gotten by with much less.
Still, there are some things that have been incredibly useful–or fun, or convenient, or sanity-saving. And, as Finn grows and we find uses for new things, I’ll share what gizmos and gadgets are most-used and most-loved through each stage.
Here’s what I’m loving, lately:
This is the #1 thing that other moms recommended when we were pregnant. Several people told us this was a life-saver. So, we registered for it. Then, we ended up with several sleeper-like things and, in an attempt to limit redundancies, we decided to return the Rock n’ Play.
Fast forward to the first week of Finn’s life. We had been home 2 days, and Finn was not sleeping in the Nuna, which is what we’d planned. So, as I’ve mentioned on the blog before, I used the Amazon Now app to order the Rock n’ Play at 5AM one morning. Three hours later, it was delivered, and Finn slept soundly in it for the first 7 weeks of his life.
We transitioned to the crib 10 days ago, but we plan to still use the Rock n’ Play for naps and chill time. The mommas were right, y’all; this thing saved our life.
Dear g-d, we never could have anticipated how much time we’d spend snapping buttons on sleepers after a gazillion late-night diaper changes. You think that 2 minutes of button snapping won’t completely ruin your life? Think again.
So, when we happened upon these zip-front sleepers, we quickly realized that they saved us a lot of time. What’s more, we don’t have to clumsily fumble through a mysterious maze of snaps at 3AM.
There are plenty of brands that sell similar PJs, but we have several of these ON ones, which are relatively inexpensive.
We have three baby-wearing things: the Ergo, the Moby, and the Baby K’tan. We get a lot of use out of the Ergo, and it’s the best for long-distance walking and carrying.
The Moby, which is all fabric, is more comfortable for wearing around the house. However, we’ve run into two issues with it: First, it’s a little complicated to put on, especially if you are by yourself. For those who haven’t seen it before, it’s basically a 10-foot long piece of fabric that, when folded in half and twisted a thousand ways, can be manipulated into a carrier. Because it’s so long, it’s a little unwieldy.
More specifically, though, it is just uncomfortable for me, as I’m, well, round. The tie doesn’t fit me nearly as well as it fits Sona.
Because I wanted something to wear comfortably and easily at home, I went in search of another carrier. Enter: the Baby K’tan. I was immediately drawn to the fact that the K’tan is looped and goes on like an infinity scarf. There’s no elaborate knots to tie, and you can throw it on very quickly.
I also love that it comes in various sizes; it’s not one-size-fits-all. Now, I can wear Finn without fearing that he’s being smothered between my larger-than-average boobs.
Since we got it a week or so ago, we’ve used it every single day.
4. Lavender Oil
I’ve alluded to this before, but our little dude went through a pretty fussy phase. Luckily, he seems to be calming. For a while, though, we just wanted him to chill the *@$! out. (It had to be said.)
One thing that seems to help him relax is lavender oil. We’ve used it since he was an itty bitty, mostly in the evenings. Or when he was freaking. Or when momma was just plain desperate.
We use it a few ways. Mainly, we put it in diffusers all around the house. He has a diffuser in his nursery, which we turn on about 30 minutes before bedtime each evening. We also put a few drops of the oil in his bath water or dab a drop on his chest before sleepytime.
Maybe it’s all placebo. And maybe it calms the mommies more than it calms Finn. Either way, we keep on using it, and we think it works.
I’ve sung this swaddle’s praises before, but it’s magic warrants an encore.
You know that commercial where Kristen Bell and Dax Shepard hurriedly race to wash their daughter’s bunny, panicking that her one security item is soiled? Yeah, that’s how we are with this swaddle.
Sure, we have a drawer full of a dozen swaddles, but this is the only one that seems to work consistently. I think the micro-fleece is what does the trick. Because it’s not stretchy–like most of our other swaddles–Finn can’t wiggle his way out of it. So, instead of spending all night fighting the swaddle, he spends all night sleeping snugly.
These are just a few of the things that have made the first couple months of Finn’s life a little easier. What are some of your baby faves?
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Finn Is 2 Months Old!
And just like that, another month has passed! Somehow, we are parents to an 8-week old baby. How did that happen?!
Seeing Finn every single day, it’s harder to notice the little changes in his appearance. Yet, when I compare this month’s photo to last month’s photo, I just can’t believe how much he’s changed. He looks like a baby, now, and not a newborn.
His whole body is chunkier, and his face is fuller. Even though he’s still taller than he is plump, he is developing some (oh my god precious) rolls in his thighs. (Mom is happy about this, as he has fewer diaper leaks now that his legs fill out the openings!)
He’s probably a little fussier than most babies. Or, at least, that’s what we think. Weeks 6-8 were pretty trying, but the pediatrician warned us about that time. Acclimating to bottles has been tricky, and he wants to be held a lot. Also, the witching hour is a thing, y’all.
More and more, though, he’s responding to us–his moms–like he knows who we are! And likes us! And even wants to see us! He smiles more each day, and he wants to talk so, so badly. His little coos–I just can’t.
He’s been apple-picking (which took him out of Illinois for the first time), has a best friend (shout-out: Veen), is sleeping 4.5-5 hour stretches at night, really likes being on his changing table, and is starting to pay attention to the cats.
He’s a little gremlin, but he’s our gremlin!