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!
