one month

It is incredible that he has been here for a month. True, we are viewing this month through sleep-deprived haziness, but that seemed to go quickly.  And I’m a little sad. He’s already huge. 11 pounds, 4 ounces. 90th percentile. If they adjusted his age, since he was a few weeks early, he’d be off the charts. He’s already outgrowing some of his clothes. (We seem to have one incredibly chunky monkey on our hands here.) Where is my teeny-tiny baby? He’s gone already!
He is so precious to me – I can hardly describe it. Its different somehow than with my girls. Not more or less or better – just different. Maybe he seems like more of a miracle, since we really, really wanted a boy. And we got our heart’s desire. And he’s probably our last. So I feel the need to treasure every baby moment.
I love watching his sisters with him – singing to him, trying to comfort him when he is crying. I love cuddling with him and probably hold him too much. I love how everyone in the grocery store peeks into the baby sling and tells me how cute he is I love what the girls’ call his “pirate face” – when he has one eye open. I love his serious face – when he looks like he’s contimplating equations or something. I love how he calms down the second he hears my voice. I love the yawns. And the little stretches.
And even though lately he is often doing this:

I wouldn’t miss a minute!