"There's just no accounting for happiness, or the way it turns up like a prodigal who comes back to the dust at your feet having squandered a fortune far away." (Jane Kenyon)
It's only appropriate that his one-month pictures are being posted five days late; that's just how it is around here. I keep telling friends apologetically, that for the next six months, if I say I'll be there in 30 minutes, I really mean 40. I hate being tardy, but it's just one of many things I don't have control of anymore. Anyway, here are some photos, as requested by far-away family. 
Some one month impressions:He seems a very serious soul. Mark calls him "the scholar."
He eats at least every two hours. I need to do something about that. Pro: His thighs are getting delicious. Con: It's wearing me out.
Honestly, sometimes I can't tell if he's cute or not. I adore him either way, but I think it's that he's a boy. I'm used to looking down into pretty, petite little faces, and his features are different, masculine, as they should be. It's just throwing me off.
Oh, yeah, babies are hard. It's not that their needs are hard to meet, but it's the constancy of the whole gig. It's all the time. I had gotten so comfortable with three over the age of four, so free to do and go as I please, and well, this is going to take some getting used to.
Changing boys' diapers is tricky. I have been sprayed up and down more times than is certainly necessary. What am I doing wrong?
He is the loudest eater and sleeper we've ever had.
I thought that by now the novelty of a newborn in the house would dissipate, but, no. The girls are still ga-ga over this little one, maybe always will be.
A new baby does strange things to a marriage. It's like with each one you have to redo your relationship. Mark, honey, how about we meet up again in....say....six months? It's a date.
It's only appropriate that his one-month pictures are being posted five days late; that's just how it is around here. I keep telling friends apologetically, that for the next six months, if I say I'll be there in 30 minutes, I really mean 40. I hate being tardy, but it's just one of many things I don't have control of anymore. Anyway, here are some photos, as requested by far-away family. 
6 comments:
He is a boy Ada!
i love how you put my life into words...my ruby is smothered and eats every 2 hours too...and I'm not used to any of this. I feel so completely lost...then I read you and remember I'm not the only one refiguring things out. thanks for the check-in. it's 1am right now and i finally showered...should that count as late or a head start?
Ann-- that is completely how I felt with my last little one (except for the eating so often). I just could never get anything done. It is finally starting to let up and she just turned nine months old today. It's insane how babies just take over your whole world... but in a good way :) He is so precious. That first picture is amazing. He looks like a boy version of your girls. Thank you for sharing :)
I love the way you put things into words. Even in the delirious haze I'm sure you're in right now. It's funny, because I keep looking at my Charlotte wondering if anything is wrong with her because she's so much smaller than Hudson was at this age. Everything is so much more delicate; and her head seems tiny. I keep wondering if her brain is even growing because Hudson's head was humungous at this point. Love the pictures!
love the honesty.
My cousin received a package of peepee tipis at her shower. She says that they work like a charm!
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