I’m tired. My chubby little boyfriend is wearing me out. He just turned 8 weeks old today and is starting to wear 3-6 month clothes. He’s also starting to smile. Mostly at trees and lights and the fan, but still – he’s smiling.
I love this little guy so much. Love his sweet little feet, love his fat rolls, love his head that’s always smothered in baby lotion but FOR THE LOVE I’ve got to get some sleep. Kole is usually up only a couple of times in the night, but it seems like each time we’re up, we’re up for awhile. You know how it goes – feed the baby, burp the baby, change the baby’s diaper, finish feeding the baby, baby spits up all over sleeper, change the sleeper, baby is now alert and awake, walk/bounce/rock the baby back to sleep, crash in bed, baby is up and ready to start over again all too soon. Gotta love a newborn. Good thing he’s so adorable – with those sweet little feet, fat rolls, and head that’s always smothered in baby lotion.
On another note…
my brother and his wife blessed their sweet newborn in church last weekend because both families were in town. Love this picture of the three of them. Dayna doesn’t look like she was ever pregnant only ten days later. Her full term belly looked like me at three months. I thought it would be so fun being pregnant at the same time. Yeah…not so much. I told her I really wanted to like her, but she was making it awfully hard.