ONE MONTH. For real.
He's growing so fast. Literally. He was born at 7lbs 7oz, lost to 7lbs even by day 3 and a month later weighs in at a full 10lbs 1oz. That's 3 pounds in a month. He's a growing boy and loves his "momma milk."
Just 3 weeks ago, here he is at one week.
He is a snuggler and absolutely loves to be held. He wants to be held all the time, day and night. He lets us know very quickly when he's not getting the snuggling he wants. He's a momma boy so far. There are few moments of the day that he isn't in my arms right now despite my efforts to get him familiar with his swing and bouncers. We're figuring out how to be productive and happy at the same time. Momma's arms (and brain) need a break sometimes. I think he's figuring out though that all he has to do is smile at me and he's good for another 20 minutes or so being held. I'm a sucker.
He is beginning to like not hate baths. There's not so much of the crying anymore like this. Poor boy doesn't like to be chilly.
He is constantly aware of his big sister. He isn't able to constantly follow her with his eyes yet because that girl is ALWAYS on the move, but if he can't find see her, he gets very still with these wide eyes listening trying to find her. It is so cute. I can already tell these two are going to be close as they grow up together. She is not yet protective of him but she is always curious of his whereabouts and lets me know when he's crying.
Ignore the fact that Cheyanne stole his teddy bear here so her Mr. Bear could give him a hug. I swear she loves him and they'll be best friends. I love his stunned face.
Happy one month baby boy! We are so glad you are here.
