Last weekend our sweet boy turned one month old. We had cake with friends, obviously, we also got the next size bin of clothes down from the attic. Our boy is growing!
For doing absolutely nothing all month but stare and snuggle this guy, time sure did go by fast. He already looks so different, is filling out and isn’t so “newborn” anymore. His eyes focus, he watches us, he lets us know when he doesn’t like something – all while still being smothered with kisses and hugs from parents, brothers, grandparents, aunts, family and friends.
Things I don’t want to forget:
- grunts- waking up grunts, gassy grunts, grunts, grunts grunts
- hairy shoulders, and biceps and back and ears… fuzzy hairy boy- you are delicious
- milk tongue- you like to eat
- the way you look up at me while nursing- easiest way to fall in love with a fella
- the way your big toe flexes up while you are nursing- your brother Rory did the same thing
- your bicep line- you have had this from the beginning, I will be very sad when it goes away, it does an excellent job of showing off your muscles
I am sure there are more that I am forgetting, but the most important thing is how much this boy is loved. There are arguments of who gets to hold him first in the morning, and in the afternoon, and in the evening… sigh… who gets to pick out his clothes, oh it goes on… We are looking forward to smiles this next month and more settling into our new family of six. We have so enjoyed this blissful month of soaking everything in- next month will include a little more venturing out (but probably not too much…) and more watching in awe this chubby, squishy boy. Love you baby Thacker.
And my gosh, if only my belly was this cute hanging over my pants…