Crazy that Holt is one month old today. He really is starting to turn into a little boy instead of just a fragile lump. His face is plumping out and he is starting to make efforts towards smiles when you kiss on him and talk to him...it is so sweet!He has some lungs and enjoys using them when he is pissed! He screams so hard it seems as if he pushes out every breath in his body and I wonder if he will be able to actually take another breath. It is by far the most intense cry of all three boys. It is so funny how it hardly phases us this time around though. I actually enjoy the exercising if it means he will sleep better at night.
I just remember sweating bullets whenever Jake cried...my how times have changed :-) The intensity of his cried is such a contradiction to the rest of his temperament. He is such a GREAT baby. So content the rest of the time, it is awesome!
He also LOVES it when his brothers sit next to him and hang out. He just stares up at them. Jake and Brock love to pat on his belly...Brock a little too hard sometimes, but he is getting better and better!
He has begun little "talking" here and there. It is so cute. He lays on the floor and coos while kicking like a mad man.
He is eating like a beast! You can tell too, he has already gotten so much more substantial. He will eat up to 6 oz at a feeding...if he keeps this up we are going to need to buy bigger bottles.
He has his days and nights totally corrected now and it giving me, on average, 4-4.5 hours a night between feedings. So I am really only having to get up once now and then again at 7am, which is just a little earlier than Jake and Brock. So it gives us some quiet time to mentally prepare for the "hurricanes".
We go back at the beginning of February for his 2 month check up and shots and I am counting down the days until I can take him out in public. It will allow our life to resume normalcy and for me to be able to run errands again without scheduling everything with Joe.
The recovery process was brutal for me for about a week and a half, but now I am officially back to running almost every day. Talk about tiring...this mama is out of shape! I hate to say it, but the runs wear me out more than the middle of the night feedings and lack of sleep...haha...sad, but true!
All in all we have adapted quite nicely and I am really proud of us as a family. The boys LOVE Holt. Even the dogs love on him quite a bit. The late night wrestling with dada gets me so excited for Holt to be in the mix as well. It is going to be awesome raising up all boys. I seriously cannot wait!
I just remember sweating bullets whenever Jake cried...my how times have changed :-) The intensity of his cried is such a contradiction to the rest of his temperament. He is such a GREAT baby. So content the rest of the time, it is awesome!
He also LOVES it when his brothers sit next to him and hang out. He just stares up at them. Jake and Brock love to pat on his belly...Brock a little too hard sometimes, but he is getting better and better!
He has begun little "talking" here and there. It is so cute. He lays on the floor and coos while kicking like a mad man.
He is eating like a beast! You can tell too, he has already gotten so much more substantial. He will eat up to 6 oz at a feeding...if he keeps this up we are going to need to buy bigger bottles.
He has his days and nights totally corrected now and it giving me, on average, 4-4.5 hours a night between feedings. So I am really only having to get up once now and then again at 7am, which is just a little earlier than Jake and Brock. So it gives us some quiet time to mentally prepare for the "hurricanes".
We go back at the beginning of February for his 2 month check up and shots and I am counting down the days until I can take him out in public. It will allow our life to resume normalcy and for me to be able to run errands again without scheduling everything with Joe.
The recovery process was brutal for me for about a week and a half, but now I am officially back to running almost every day. Talk about tiring...this mama is out of shape! I hate to say it, but the runs wear me out more than the middle of the night feedings and lack of sleep...haha...sad, but true!
All in all we have adapted quite nicely and I am really proud of us as a family. The boys LOVE Holt. Even the dogs love on him quite a bit. The late night wrestling with dada gets me so excited for Holt to be in the mix as well. It is going to be awesome raising up all boys. I seriously cannot wait!
Yes, that is shorts and short sleeves at the end of December. And yes, that is a totally popped fly collar, cause that's how we roll :-)
