Here’s my baby boy at 7 weeks old… The week he really began to smile.
Then 8 weeks… on his fun jungle playmat
Then 10 weeks old! (Yes, I accidentally skipped a week here and there, you may notice)
And 11 weeks…
And I took this set today at his fun little 13 week shoot:
Don’t you just want to kiss those little feet!? I do! What has changed about my little boy in these weeks? Everything. From the cute little personality that’s coming out, to the soft brown hair that is sprouting at the top of his head… everything is changing so fast. We’re trying to document all of those sweet milestones and keep track of when he does things and how. I journal on an inconsistent basis, making sure to jot a quick note about when big things occurred and write them out in all of their glory later. This is a truly amazing time, yet it is also a trying time. Teething has begun and that’s no fun. Other than when a cute little pearly tooth pops out, it seems to be the pits for all of us until he can be soothed into a peaceful sleep. We’re hoping he won’t be teething for months before one actually comes in–who knew those little teeth could take so long?
In other news, something I’m learning is that you can count on life to be inconsistent–there are so many ups and downs as a new mom! When you think you’ve got one thing figured out, another complex problem takes its place and makes you rethink it all. When you and your husband seem to find a nice pace of living, when there is some pattern emerging from the chaos all around, you find yourself walking yet again in a maze of craziness. Such is life, eh? Oh well. Some days it really does get to be a lot, and I am pulling out my hair in agony… wondering how I will make it. Then others we just smile at the insanity and make the most of it. Laughing as we go–not being too hurried as we go about our tasks, and enjoying it.
These past few days, all I’ve been saying is, “Thanks, God, for a new day tomorrow…. and.. where did that Infant Tylenol go!?”
-M
A Captive Mind 