These first few weeks with you in our life have been an incredible whirlwind. You don't sit still and you certainly won't let us sit still. Of the hundreds of pictures I have taken of you, most have a blur of movement. Even the sleeping pictures! It excites me to see how active you are, knowing that it will take a great deal to keep up with your older brother. But I have a hunch that you are going to challenge him. I can't wait to see it all unfold.
For the first week or two, I forgot that newborn eyes don't focus. I wondered if you would ever lock eyes with me. Now you stare at me (and your Dad and Behr) with such intensity, it is as if you are seeing all of my strengths and faults laid out. Your gaze is contemplative, still deciding if you are going to be able to love us as much as we love you. You take in new surroundings before making your judgement.
Your hair is always spiked up.
You like to party at 3am, but are settling nicely into 5am. A time to which I am willing to adapt.
You hiccup and hiccup and hiccup. I don't remember you ever having the hiccups in the womb, but they plague you now.
Spit bubbles are a permanent feature. At first your Dad said you were foaming and my reaction was so panicked and extreme that he has not commented on your spit bubbles since.
You move constantly and also like to be moved constantly. My arms ache by lunch every day.
You much prefer to be out and about than stuck home with me. I certainly don't blame you. This is a trait I hope continues, for our survival. The only way we manage living in our tiny apartment in the city is by leaving it often. We have parks and streets and museums and shops to explore. It's a good thing you are happy on the go.
Happy One Month Baby Boy!
I am all too familiar that this is going to be a far off memory in a short while, so now I am going to snuggle with you a bit more, while you still let me.