catching up at 5 weeks

 

After this post, I *think* I’ve decided to begin doing mini-posts with random thoughts and pictures from the day on a quasi-daily basis. If this blog had a mission statement, a huge part of that mission statement would be to serve the purpose of keeping our dearest memories preserved and to share them with those we love. If I waited till I have a block of time carved out for me to do the long drawn-out posts I love anymore, it will all be forgotten… because it will be 3 years from now… and the dishwasher that I’ve been attempting to load for the last 6 hours will probably still be waiting as well.

Keeping a 5 week old fed, in dry diapers, and happy… well that my dear friends, is a full-time job. I no longer wonder what could be so time-consuming about being a stay at home mom and why they don’t skip merrily about volunteering hither and yonder with all of their free time.

 

What free time?!

 

{Glad to see someone around here has some free time…}

 

{P.S. I never really thought that about SAHMs…}

{and my child isn’t even walking yet… or making messes with toys and solid foods… and still only requires a bath about every third day… and doesn’t ask to be read a favorite book 30 times a day… and… and... and… God help me if this stage is suppose to be the easiest!}

 

 

Thus we stand, 5 weeks in, struggling to figure out motherhood while melting with every sweet facial expression and sound that comes out of my precious tiny one. Yes, even the “toots” are sounds I love. Not that I melt over them, but they are cute nonetheless.

{Though maybe I could melt from the noxious smells at times.}

 

 

Here’s what Houston is up to at 5 weeks old:

He’s eating! Around the clock! And by around the clock I mean look at a clock, imagine the big hand and the little hand at any position you want and then say to yourself, it’s __:__ time, Houston must be hungry… and then you can start to imagine our day around here and why I feel like an old heffer when you combine my milk producing with the pesky pregnancy weight that keeps hanging around my mid-section and thighs. But that will just melt away on it’s own, right? No worries. ;)

 

 

If he’s not eating, he’s getting his diaper changed. {All that food has to go somewhere, right?}

He LOVES spending time on his changing table! He’ll lay there after all is finished and contently look around with those big, alert eyes. A place where he use to scream 90% of the time is now becoming a place where he does most of his smiling. I am a pure SUCKER for those smiles!! I probably spent a good 30 minutes yesterday standing in front of the changing table with my honkin’ huge camera in hand trying to coerce him to smile. Which he did probably 10 times and which I only caught the tail end of each and every one.

Even thought I can’t show you yet, I promise he smiles the biggest, cheesiest grins that take up his whole face and his eyes get in on the act and squish up into little upside down smiles that leave you waiting with baited breath for the giggle you just know is hiding behind that grin - which will eventually bubble out of him one day soon and leave mommy in a puddle of love on our floor. I have taken at least a couple hundred pictures trying to catch that illusive grin on film!

 

 

Our baby boy is awake much of the day now and sleeps sweetly at night, only waking up for a diaper change and to eat, which can range from every 2-4 hours. I am so thankful for this blessing! Even though I’m up often, he goes back down pretty quickly, sometimes never hearing one peep of a cry at night, only a tiny bit of fussing. We haven’t had to walk the floors with him trying to get him back to sleep just yet. May that last forever and ever!

{This is all a stark opposite of our first night at home with our bundle of joy… one I can safely call the worst night of my life followed by an almost as terrible day. I’ll be telling that story soon. I believe Nick and I thought we were about to hunker down in the trenches for the worst parenthood experience ever. Thankfully, it was just those 24 hours!}

His little personality is shining through a bit more with each passing day. While I won’t say that “I can’t wait” to see more of that personality and the next new thing he will do – because I can wait and I will not wish this time away – I am looking forward to the rest of my life with this little guy and the new things I’m learning from him every day.

 

3 weeks old – funny pic of dad straightening up his head =) :

 

4 weeks old:

 

 

5 weeks old!:

 

♥XOXO♥