Where has the time gone? I feel like time is slipping through my fingers like sand. I desperately want to slow time down, like it use to drag when I was 5 and waiting for Christmas.
Miles weighs 11 lbs and 10 ounces. He’s still 22 inches long (his birth length). He’s begun cooing and making eye contact, which just melts my heart. He also turns his head to follow the noisy tornado that is his big sister. Being worn in any type of baby carrier is he favorite place to be. It’s the only way he’ll calm down after being in his carseat (which is his enemy of epic proportions). However, the most notable feature of this baby so far is his amazing pooping skills. So far, he’s managed to shoot his poo across the couch and living room with such force that it landed 4 feet away. Of course, that was after part of it also splattered all over me.
Ella still hasn’t seemed to grasp the idea that we need to be gentle with Miles. She doesn’t intentionally try to hurt him, but making his bouncy seat bounce so hard his head is flopping around doesn’t seem exceptionally comfortable. We’ve had a few hard days where she doesn’t want me to hold Miles at all, but we’ve worked through them. You can simply feel the love and adoration oozing off of her regarding her little brother. She’s begun calling him “son” in the exact same tonal inflection that Aaron uses.
This little man is well loved and cherished. I can’t stop mentally giggling at his Captain Picard hair loss. I simply adore him, though I could have done without celebrating his first month day with a thrust treatment (that’s the purple around his mouth)!