On Thursday, you turned one month old. It's been a big month of changes for all of us. You are stronger and more alert every day, and we're amazed at how you can seemingly (or maybe, actually?) grow every day. You have lots of baby fat now, and we love your pudginess.
We can still just watch you, and I'm not sure if that will change any time soon. You make great faces, and you're smiling more often, even though it's still accidental. And the other day, you giggled after farting. I wish I could bottle that sound.
You had a lot of visitors this first month, including extended visits from your Aunt Karen, cousin Hope and your Oma. They were all quite taken with you, not least of all your cousin, who poked you whenever she got a chance. I'm looking forward to the two of your playing at the cottage in the coming years. I think you'll be best of friends.
You love to be carried in the sling or wrap, and generally like to be snuggled close. You're also a champion farter, and I have to admit that you got that from me. It pains me when you're suffering from gas, since you are clearly uncomfortable and I wish I could make it better. Your dad commented the other day that he was amazed how patient I am with you when you're fussy, since I'm not known to be a patient person. I said, how could I not be? You can't control your reactions, you're only one month old. You're teaching me a lot, and I expect that you will continue to do so for the rest of my life.
Today, you had breast milk from a bottle for the first time, and it made me a bit sad to already see some independence from me, even though the milk came from me. Can you slow down a bit so I can catch up? It's been a whirlwind month, and I just need it to slow down so I can absorb it a bit.
I love you Sweet Pea.