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Monday, October 27, 2008

One month...

(I'z lookin at U. U se me?)

One month, plus two days if you want to get all technical. Either way, my tiny boy is one month old. One month and he's completely changed our lives. Funny how a month can change a family forever.

My tiny boy, my little love, bub, my snorky-snort boy. Harrison has about a zillion names right now. I think this is what happens in the beginning of a life, until you feel like you know that person enough that a nickname seems to stick. Doesn't really matter, I guess.

I'm having trouble writing this post. I've tried to do it several ways and nothing seems to feel right. I don't feel like I'm doing it enough justice, that I'm sharing with you the wonderfulness that is my son. I don't feel like I'm eloquent enough, to explain the impact he has made on our lives. The joy he has brought to my entire family. I guess in the end, I need to not worry about it. I have the rest of my life to try and explain it. I'll just try and tell you how he's doing and we'll see where it goes. Deal?

Harrison is 10 pounds and 2 ounces as of last Thursday. He's kind of a chunker. But not fat (no really, I have a cousin whose son is three weeks older and he's over 15 pounds. My aunt says you could just roll that baby down the hall), just kinda rolly. He's starting to get, what we call, chubba wubbas, which is basically fat, eatable thighs and legs. He's got this amazing little tummy that gets so big when he eats, because he eats so fast that it fills up with air. It doesn't seem to bother him in the least, he just farts away and then he's all good. The boy is a pooper and farter to the extreme. Some of you may have read about Her Bad Mother's Poopocalypse Now post last week. Some of you may have not. Those with weak stomachs maybe shouldn't. But we had our own version the other day in our friends Escalade. The Escalade that I'm going to have to pay to have professionally cleaned. Because of the poop. The Poopscapde is what we're calling it. I might have cried, it was that bad (I mean there was poop on almost every inch of the baby, the car seat and um under and around the car seat), but then I remembered HBM's Poopocalypse Now and I was thinking how lucky I was to have been four minutes from home, not in some random bathroom with no supplies in the middle of nowhere. Lets just stop here. Suffice to say, my son is a pooper.

(Ma, Iz just eatin mah overalls. Iz sory bout all that poopz.)

Harrison can hold his head up by himself, he loves to lay on his stomach and look around at the world. He scored a 9 out of 10 on the baby awareness chart, whatever the hell that means. He's got these huge intense eyes that follow us everywhere. He is a thinker, you can tell by the way he scrunches his eyebrows and forehead up all the time. I keep telling him, he's going to have old man wrinkles by the time he's two if he doesn't knock it off, but he doesn't seem to care. He's not big with the smiles, but on Saturday, he laughed. I swear to god, it was the most amazing thing I've ever heard in my life. There are few things that sound better to a mother than her babies first laugh and I remember it with all three of mine.

He still is a pretty good sleeper, although we've had a few more issues this past week. I think he's growing, Logan just thinks he likes us or something. Either way, we're trying to keep him up in the evenings, way longer than he really wants to be up, to try and get him sleeping better at night. It's worked the past few nights, although he is a dam crabby grouch by 8pm or so, when we finally put him down to sleep. Then he generally wakes up around 11pm to eat and goes back to sleep until around 6:30am. This schedule works out great for us, so we're going to keep up with it. He's really up and alert from about 6:30am till maybe 9am and then he sleeps and eats a lot of the day, then about 4:30pm or so, he's up until I finally take pitty on him and put him down. It's hard to have him crabby that last hour, but it's better than him thinking 4am is play time.

(Yes, I do take pictures of my pissed off son. What? It's cute.)

He loves to eat. That's all we really need to say about that. Because honestly the boy loves to eat. He has started playing with the bottle when he's done and gets a bit ticked off when I finally take it away.

He's mostly a pleasant baby. He can't stand to have his diaper changed, but at the same time, he can't stand to be dirty. It's a vicious circle, but what can you do. Laugh at him is what I do. I figure he might as well get used to being laughed at; he does have two big sisters you know. Besides this, he rarely cries. But he is super loud when he wants to be.


Morgan absolutely adores him. She wants to hold him all the time. She's constantly kissing him and talking to him. The only thing she won't even consider is changing a diaper; possibly because she's seen her dad get pissed in the face twice. Bailey is just warming up to him. She's a bit jealous of this boy taking over her long standing baby status. But she's doing alright with him. She's very gentle and is just starting to want to hold him all the time too.

(The one picture of the three of them where they are all even sort of looking at the camera.)

Logan and Harrison together warms my heart. I told you all once that I adore making and having babies with the man. It's so true, but it also comes from watching him with them. Watching him love our son; the best feeling in the world.

Becoming a family of five has been an adjustment. Still is in some ways. But I wouldn't trade it for the world. Harrison has completed our little family in a way that I didn't know was missing. He is an absolute joy. He's definitely a keeper.

PS. All of these pictures and the ones I posted yesterday we're taken on Saturday. On my baby's one month birthday.

9 comments:

Delusional Girl Ruby Soho said...

He's just so darn cute!

And there is a certain McDonald's that we are never, EVER going back to because of a poop incident. I think we've all been there.

Becky said...

awww this was so sweet. i can't believe he's already a month!

Jaden Paige said...

What a great update. I'm so glad the girls are loving him up!
And I LOVE the pic of him eatin' his overalls... lol!
So damn cute.

debra said...

Smooch, smooch, smooch. Nom, nom, nom.

I want to just kiss and chew on those cheeks! So adorable!

Mrs. Really Long Name said...

what a handsome little man!

(please don't inform mark about the peeing in the face. He may never change a diaper if he hears that...)

Love all the photos!!

Kim @ Ponytaildiaries.com said...

Awww!! That's some beautiful babies you got there, Issa.

I have a picture of Squeaker I should show you that we took of her when she was pissed, too. She was mad because I'd put those little mits on her hands to keep her from scratching up her face. Oh, she was livid. She was all, "YOU WHORE! WHERE THE HELL ARE MY THUMBS!?"

Kristin said...

Give me the baby and no one will get hurt.

Kate Coveny Hood said...

This is the kind of thing that makes me really nostalgic for my first son's first few months. He was a big baby (9 lbs. 2 oz at birth) and sooooo cute. Sometimes I look at pictures and start to tear up a little. Nothing really makes me nostalgic for my twins' first few months since there were TWO of them and they were tiny and skinny and I felt like I was changing kittens. They are far cuter now at age 2. I was so happy when they started filling out and rolling around on their own (sorry if this sounds a bit negative - but I kind of OD'd on newborns with them).

I love the picture of all three together. I can't wait for mine to do that!

Alissa said...

I'm loving the name Harrison :-)

He's so cute. I love that wide-eyed baby stare. I'm glad he's doing so awesomely and that they girls adore him so much. It's the baby brother's right to be adored, right? Right!

10 lb 2 oz, huh? Just a tiny bit bigger than Drew was when he was born :-) Looking at their baby books tells me that at 1 month Drew was 13 lb 1 oz and Nicky was 12 lb 6 oz. I grow big babies!