one month old!

[lastweek]

My babe is one month old. That went by... kinda fast. He seems to have set himself (& us) on a schedule already. He's decided that bedtime is around 9 pm. Which means 9 pm is also my bedtime, since he nurses to sleep and his eyes will spring open as soon as I sneak out of bed. I can sometimes try to push it later, but it's not worth the protest.

Wake up is around 6 am. This is a little more negotiable. Sometimes a diaper change and some nursing will buy us more ZZZs. Morning starts with a good bit of straining to poop. Then a fair amount of alert time. Some looking around and conversation time. Maybe a little bit of rocking in the swing time.

Month one happenings:

He smiles. They started off as involuntary sleep and "just gas" smiles, then gradually evolved into something more aware, so I can't say for certain when the smiles actually began. By baby book standards.

And he coos. And sometimes he smiles and coos at the same time, and it is the most adorable thing. He coos more at Michael. (Dad's the conversationalist; I'm the snugglist.)

He also fusses and cries and rarely lets me get anything done, which is not adorable. But it's hardly as bad as I expected. And never for no reason, though sometimes it takes some figuring out.

When being held upright against someone's shoulder, he'll slowly raise his head. His head is still pretty floppy, so when he does this, he's very focused and intense. His head bobs slightly and he stares straight ahead. We call it "King Cobra".

He weighs over 9 lbs. and has grown over an inch since birth. He doesn't fit into any of his newborn clothes anymore. Most of the time, he doesn't wear clothes at all, and hangs out in just a diaper since it's so freaking hot. My sweaty, almost summer solstice baby.

(One month later, and I still haven't finished writing my birth story. I've gotten to the part where we leave for the hospital, and then it just stops. It's the part where everything goes haywire, and I'm not yet ready to face my defeat.)