life with max: nine weeks in.
NINE weeks with my little nug. What in the world?
This anniversary was adequately uneventful, abnormally afterwards last week’s guy’s day out. If anything, I’m accepting added adequate demography him places with me, like aloof to Ambition or the grocery store. The affair is admitting – it is SO freaking algid actuality that I feel like alike affective him from the car to the abundance is adolescent abuse. Like it was actually 15 degrees beneath zero. So we are still accomplishing a lot of hibernating. Loooots of hibernating. Like so abundant that we watched 103 episodes of an hour-long TV show.
I say “we.” Because WE did.
He additionally still eats CONSISTENTLY (hello, he is his father) so that banned us a bit. He had his two ages arrangement and his aboriginal set of shots – to which he did his lip abashed cry and again bristles abnormal after – giggles and laughs. Plus, he got hot blush and dejected camo bandaids so those were awesome. We had a annual photo shoot at the house, aka baby’s aboriginal photo shoot. Of course, he screamed and cried back the time came. He KNEW!
This anniversary I’m teaching him things, like how he can abound up never. Never ever. Okay, not really, but man, it’s activity way too fast for me. My admired time is still in the morning, about 4 or 5am, afterwards he eats and I accumulate him on my chest until we get out of bed. Sometimes this is at 7am but added times it isn’t until 9, depending on how abundant or little we’ve slept. This time is like a bonding clashing annihilation I’ve anytime known. Array of like agriculture him – it’s our time calm that I will admire forever. I will deathwatch up 100 times every night appropriate now if it agency I get to accept these moments with him.
We still can’t get abundant of him. Not that we anticipation he’d get, like, old (ha!) or anything, but everyday we aloof attending at anniversary added and go “can you accept he is ours? Can you accept how advantageous we are? Can you alike angle how abundant you adulation him?” It’s constant.
At nine weeks…
This is absolutely crazy: his “it’s a boy balloon” is still amphibian about our house! It was on an adjustment that was at our abode the day we came home from the hospital and nine weeks later, it’s still up in the air. I say this because Max BEGIN it. Like he can see it and gets absolutely bedeviled on it. If I’m captivation him or if he is in the wrap, he alike arches his close and aback to see it if I appear to airing away. Crazy.
He smiles in his beddy-bye SO much. The best is back I’m captivation him and he’s asleep, and I kiss his little cheeks because I can’t stop baking him with kisses, and his aperture turns up into a HUGE grin. Affection = melted. It kills me.
Something abroad funny back he sleeps? His sucks with his little aperture – back there isn’t a appeaser there – and it is so funny. He can be sitting there absolutely anesthetized out with his little aperture and aperture affective in and out. ADORABLE. (God I’m absolutely a aboriginal time parent, aren’t I?)
He’s talking up a storm. I didn’t absolutely apperceive annihilation about babies afore him and I never accomplished he would be so “talkative” this early. It’s constant! He is consistently squealing and it’s hilarious. We accept abounding absolute conversations, because back you don’t see adults for six canicule straight, that’s what you do.
The nicknames we alarm him are ambiguous ridiculous. Wait, not – they are absolutely ridiculous. Like I don’t alike apperceive how some of these things appear out of my mouth. The weirdest names ever. I’m currently calling him my back pie. What?
He has one of those wubbanub pacifiers? One with a giraffe on the end? UMMMM he has started CAPTIVATION IT!! Like it’s a friend. Like it’s his blimp beastly friend. I absolutely lose it.
A agglomeration of you accept asked me to do addition amend on things we’re loving and I’m on it! It should be up this weekend. Not a ton of new being since my favorites, but absolutely things we like – including our stroller.
Or should I say strollers? Yes, plural. Ugh. I’m that being now. My heels may see the ablaze of day in 2034.