I'm pretty much all the way in love with this baby. He weighed 7 pounds and 8 ounces and was 20 in. long. He was actually due yesterday, the 22nd but my water broke at 1am on the 4th and that was that....my first experience not being induced and I did surprisingly well not controlling the entire world for a few minutes. Look at that baby!!! please....another blond, white, blue eyed morsel for me to nibble. stop it...
he's one of those babies who really doesn't want to cry. He'll do it for a few seconds and then he pretty much looks for any excuse to stop. He, of course, at 19 days old, is clearly a genius to anyone observing. He actually smiles when you ask him to....he laughs when the girls are joking around and he has rolled over 3 times from his tummy to his back....yeah....Doogie Howser, step aside.
It goes without saying that two five year old girls, which both of mine are right now, and a small male baby who is so cute and living in our house goes something like this......."MOVE, it's my turn to stand beside him...."....stop, he doesn't like it when you do that! You have to do THIS!" "We have the cutest baby in the whole world, mom....everyone else's baby isn't so cute....isn't he the sweetest cutest baby of all the babies, mom?" "Hi, Theo, do you want to play with this...look!...it's my bear! Can he tell it's me mom? Can he see me? Why is he always sleeping?" "This is my baby brother, his name is Theo, he has a lot of hair doesn't he? He's so cute, isn't he....he smiles when things are funny!" "Mom, can Theo see our house? Does he like our pink walls? Does he know us? When I'm 8 will Theo still be a baby? Because when I'm 8 I want to hold him standing up instead of sitting down"......sheesh....
Mostly I appreciate his lack of estrogen and all the accompanying tears, words, emotions and drama that go therewith...
I had quite forgotten the sweetness of baby's breath and fingers and the softness of their hair and cheeks and the explosiveness of their poop....It is such a pleasure for me to remember them with this little muchacho....I always knew I wanted a boy so that theoretically I could have a boy and whatever else that meant but the reality of him is just so totally delicious I wish I were less tired so I could look at him all the time. I'm noticing the lack of sleep unraveling my mind just a smidge but what's new....hopefully I can sleep one of these weeks and start my ascent to life and responsibilities again. So there you are....Everyone this is Theo....Theo, meet everyone....
Mostly I appreciate his lack of estrogen and all the accompanying tears, words, emotions and drama that go therewith...
I had quite forgotten the sweetness of baby's breath and fingers and the softness of their hair and cheeks and the explosiveness of their poop....It is such a pleasure for me to remember them with this little muchacho....I always knew I wanted a boy so that theoretically I could have a boy and whatever else that meant but the reality of him is just so totally delicious I wish I were less tired so I could look at him all the time. I'm noticing the lack of sleep unraveling my mind just a smidge but what's new....hopefully I can sleep one of these weeks and start my ascent to life and responsibilities again. So there you are....Everyone this is Theo....Theo, meet everyone....
