Hey buddy, I can't believe you're one month old already. In some ways, it seems like you should still be only a week or two -- because time has flown so quickly. In other ways, I feel like you've been a part of my life forever, and a month is just a drop in the pan. I was thinking last night about what a blessing you are, and I'll admit to getting a little misty watching you sleep, grateful for the chance to be your mama.
Your big achievements this month have included learning to support your own head (most of the time), steadily working your way towards a smile (so close:!), and completely and totally wrapping your mom and dad around your little finger. You've also become a definite chubster, with big big baby cheeks that beg to be kissed.
Sometimes when I am out in public with you, people stop me and say, "Wow, he's so little!" or "He must just be a few hours old!" and I think about those early days -- with your grandma and grandpa, when you really were just a few hours old -- and I feel both happy and sad. I'm happy because you are healthy and growing, and every day I get to spend watching you do so is a gift. But I'm sad because every new day is also one step away from this wonderful time of you being a newborn, and I can feel myself already getting nostalgic. I'm doing my best to slow down and just appreciate, and not worry about the time passing. But I'm pretty sure I'm going to blink my eyes and you'll be in third grade, and then I'll do it again and you'll be on your way to college.
We spent the early part of your birthday with your brother, whom you've been getting to know over the last few days. The two of you have a bit of an age/cultural/language gap, but it's been cute seeing the two of you interact. The Little Guy is really happy to have you around, and you seem super curious about him, too. Here you are checking out his finger at dinner. You look confused, but it sure kept your attention for a solid few minutes:
The second part of your birthday was not so good, as it was too hot for your little body in Paris today -- at least it was too hot for us to be outdoors. We weren't out and about for very long, but the heat got to you and sure made you unhappy. I think this was the first time I saw you really suffering, and it broke my heart to see you so upset. We got home eventually (even though the trip was a nightmare) and you are again a happy baby, but it was a tough afternoon for the both of us. I promise to make your next birthday a bit more enjoyable.
Otherwise, over the last few days, you've been getting better and better about keeping track of night and day. Sure, you still get up for food every 2-3 hours, so I of course get up with you, but now at night feedings you go back to sleep almost immediately. This is a much better system than the three am parties we were having together just a week ago. So keep it up -- I can dig this!
This last month with you has been the most amazing of my life. I'm sure it has been for you, too, but then again there aren't any other months in the running. I'm so excuted to experience all the wonderful months you and I will spend together -- happy birthday little man!
Oh my god, stop it! Those photos are so sweet, they make my ovaries ache for another baby.
He truly is gorgeous. I can't believe it's been a month.
Aw, what a beautiful post! It's amazing how fast they grow up.
That is so sweet. And I can't believe it's been a month already!
Oh, happy one-month, little Mateo! What great photos. It's going so fast... What precious memories you must be sharing together!
Yay! Happy one month!!