Dear Henry,Happy 1 month birthday! It seems impossible that it was already a month ago that you were unceremoniously plopped on to my chest – this squirmy little squish ball who gave a couple little yelps before looking me right in the eye and settling in for a cozy snooze. I think you knew you were where you belonged the moment you entered into the world. I hope that never changes.
The last month has been the craziest ride we’ve ever been on. You’ve been such a good baby. I’d heard such terrible horror stories about the newborn stage that I was very scared of what was in store for us, and I feel like we won the lottery with you. You cry when you’re hungry, when you’re angry at your dirty diaper, and occasionally when you’re working out some serious gas issues. I’m sorry about those gas issues little buddy, it’s an issue that apparently runs in your family. The good news is, it gets easier.
|You got quiet. So it was time for silly hats and pictures.|
When we first got you home, neither your daddy nor I could put you down for two days straight. We took shifts and one of us had you in our arms at pretty much all times. Eventually we figured out that we couldn’t live like that, so we started getting you used to sleeping in places that weren’t our arms, but I’ll admit that it’s still a struggle for me. Your daddy puts you to bed at night. This is in part because he has the “night shift” and I wake up with you at 3 a.m. – but it’s also because I’m not sure I’m capable of putting you back in your crib. When I get up with you at 3 a.m. – I change you, feed you, and inevitably fall asleep with you on the couch until you wake up again – usually around 6 a.m. I tell myself that I am doing that because when I go back into work, there will be no time to crawl back into bed at that hour, but the truth of the matter is that those are some of my favorite moments of the entire day when it’s just you and me and the world is quiet and you are warm and snuggly on my chest. I know it’s not going to last forever so I’m giving this to us for now.
|Rockin' the self portrait at 4 weeks old. 'Atta boy.|
|Our very favorite Christmas present.|
|Tiny baby feet for eating.|
|Goobery little smile.|
|Playing with daddy - and looking like a little monkey.|
P.S. Sorry for sharing that story with the whole world.
|First bath! Accident free.|
|The start of a beautiful friendship.|
|Daisy goes in for the kiss!|
|It's a baby burrito!|
I love every inch of you. Every expression and weird little noise you make. Your dad calls you “little Beavis” because some of your sleep noises sound a little…Beavis and Butthead-ish. I’m hoping that’s a reference you won’t get. Maybe ever. But it’s still funny because he’s right. I love all the little smiles, even if they’re not real yet, and the little frowns and how sometimes when you’re nursing and all I can see is the top half of your head and your little jaw working like crazy and you look like the most helpless, innocent little squish of a thing I’ve ever seen. You are our miracle, our most precious gift and you are changing every single day already. I can hardly keep up. I want to slow time down and speed it up all at once so that I can keep you close and still watch you turn into the amazing person I know you’re going to be. We talk about that every day, by the way. You’re going to be big and strong. And smart. And kind. You’re going to fight for the underdog and treat people with respect. You’re going to be a light. The world needs so many more lights so we'll work on growing yours strong and bright and learning how to let it shine all over. You’re going to be amazing. I’m so thankful and unbelievably blessed that I get to be a part of that.
Love and kisses all over,
|Let your light shine.|