We haven’t seen a smile yet, but he’s taunted us with half smiles and smiles while he’s sleeping. We love those opportunities when he makes eye contact. He’ll just focus with so much concentration he crosses his eyes.
He’s a strong little fella. He can hold his head up and look wonderingly over our shoulders, which incidentally seems to be his favorite position in which to be held. He can hold his head up a little when he’s on his belly, and moves his arms and legs as if he’s trying to crawl.
He seems to have settled in to a bit of a routine, for which I am grateful. He still nurses frequently during the day, but takes a long morning nap and a long afternoon, and settles in for the night around 8 or 9, waking to nurse only a couple of times during the night.
We are really grateful we aren’t trying to cloth diaper right now because he needs changed A LOT, more frequently than the girls. A friend said her son was like that too, and they dubbed him Sir Poos-a-lot. I’m SO stealing that moniker.
And I need to add, we hate all diapers but Huggies. Every other brand won’t get him through the night, and since we co-sleep, that means I’m waking up with a wet bed at 4 a.m.
We just love this little bundle of sweetness sent straight down from Heaven! Like Aviana, “we dist tan’t teep our wips and hands off of him!” and like Brielle, we love to “tiss baby brudder. Bid Hud!”