When Jonah turned one week old Josh and I celebrated- nothing fancy, just and evening alone with our little tiny baby and a little sparkling cider. what can I say? We're wild.
Jonah turned one month old today. We went to Target and bought him a hat and mittens and a Christmas stocking... and we left him at home.
It's funny because I was looking a the mittens we put on him int he hospital to keep him from scratching his face and they seemed really tiny. When did we think these were big on him? And suddenly he doesn't look quite like an old man anymore. He's all round and roly-poly. He likes to stare at himself in the mirror and hates having his feet covered and has a cute little way of smiling at you when he's asleep that makes you think that maybe he knows that he's got us wrapped around his itty-bitty fingers.
Giving birth was a really surreal experience, and maybe it's just the sleep deprivation, but the last month seems just as surreal. I'm listening to my husband talk to Jonah on the baby monitor at the moment and I never thought Josh would ever talk like that. It's a side of him that I've never expected. He's amazingly gentle and sweet. He's peeking in on Monkey every two or three minutes to try to get him to go to sleep. Both my boys are so cute!
I also never expected to be this insane about anything. I worry constantly about the silliest things. I'm way more emotional than I was even in middle school . I am getting (at best) 6 hours of sleep a day and always tired- but happier than I've been in a very long time. It's a different kind of happiness.
If this is how the first month is, I'm wondering what else lay in store?
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I hope you don't mind me saying this but that picture looks like ME!
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