I'm sitting here writing this post one handed as my sweet boy naps on me. Drex is gone helping at the church so it's just us here. Him sleeping, me writing. So funny to think that just a few months ago we both were doing this same thing, only those times he was inside me and this time he's not. Having him here, laying on me, it's a thousand times better than pregnancy. Maybe even a million. Those people that looove being pregnant? Yeah, that's not me. Not one bit. Now this part? This holding my baby because he won't sleep anywhere else part? I love it. I can't get enough of it. It's the best thing ever and I just want to soak it all in because it's already going by way too fast.
7 weeks old, that's how old my sweet David is. HOW?! I swear he was just born, I swear we were just ordering room service in the hospital and staring at him (we actually still do that, minus the room service part, wouldn't that be nice). I can't believe how quickly these weeks have passed and it makes me a little bit sad. By a little bit I mean if I think about it too much there's a good chance I'll cry. He'll never be as little as he was 7 weeks ago and even though we took a thousand pictures and savored those moments I still don't feel like we did it enough. Granted I don't think there's such thing as enough when it comes to baby pictures and savoring snuggles.
He's grown up SO much and I'm pretty sure in a week he'll be talking and walking. He's started to really notice things and it's hilarious. He stares at his mobile and mirror on the swing and is just totally mesmerized by it and it's the cutest/funniest thing. He doesn't mind the dogs, and when they get close he just stares. Nitro's still totally scared of him (he licked his foot today though! Progress!) but Loosie has warmed up and if given the chance will lick his face nonstop. He doesn't seem to mind though so that's a plus since these puppies will be around for a very long time. He loves MAM pacifiers, naps in the stroller, and being outside. And his daddy. Oh does he love his daddy. I could watch the two of them all day and never get tired of it. Their relationship is the coolest most adorable thing and I love it.
I'm nine! pounds under pre pregnancy which is totally weird because I have more of a belly than ever. I don't mind though and I actually feel way more secure than I thought I would in my postpartum body. I think it's because it's a rockstar. First it grew this super awesome amazing babe and now it's nourishing him too. Our bodies are the coolest.
Not as cool as this baby though.
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ps.
Yup, I changed my blog again. But hey, this one's
here to stay! for good!
xoxo
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