My baby is 1 month old already. I'm not sure how that happened. I wrote this to a friend the other day, while each day seems to take forever to get through, looking back, the month as a whole has flown by. I mean, it's June already. We are closing in on Deacon's 3rd birthday.
While Finn may be only 1 month old, last week (when he was only 3 weeks old) I had to go through his clothes and weed out all the newborn and 0-3 month sized onesies already. Crazy. Like my friend said to me yesterday at church, Finn's really chunked out lately. He's got these cheeks that are just fabulous. We call him mush man because his face is so mushy - especially when he falls alseep on one of us.
We are really enjoying Finn. He's a pretty decent sleeper already. I mean, he's not wonderful and we are exhausted, but he sleeps a good portion of the night (much better than either of his brother did at this age anyway), and I can usually get him to sleep for most of the time his brothers are napping. That's right, all 3 of them sleep in the afternoon at the same time for at least an hour, if not all 3 hours. Oh yeah. (Of course, now that I've put that out there he'll stop sleeping then.) But it's wonderful because it means I get to have a nap as well in the middle of the day when I really need one.
Otherwise, there isn't much else about Finn - he is only 1 month old. He's a good baby. He eats well (and often). He's great at being quite alert when he's awake. Sometimes when he cries you can really hear the "w" in his waaa, and it's sweet. He also squeeks a little when he inhales when he's crying. He like the swing (most of the time), LOVES being held (who doesn't?), and is really just an enjoyable kid.