Nap time is a group effort over here.
These two crack me up. Everyday.
In this newborn phase, I feel like I am playing catch-up all day long. But I never really get there... never catch up. It is a blurry, exhausting, survival mode kind of time over here. There are moments where I feel like I am doing everything wrong, and what I am not doing wrong already should have been done yesterday. It is a time of "just making it" and constantly praying for patience, 30 minutes of more sleep, and 60 seconds of quiet.
Then I stop and look up because these two crazy monkeys are trying to get my attention. I make myself take a deep breath and decide to forget that I haven't showered in a while. I just sit still. I sit and let these two entertain me with a puppet show over the back of the couch.
It was a great show.
One month old little one.
You are growing really well.
Busting out of the newborn clothes and only swimming a little in the 0-3 month sizes.
Trying to coo and surprised when it really makes a sound.
Nursing all the time, meals, snacks and just because.
Refusing all bottles and pacifiers - to the point of gagging and vomiting.
Tolerating the swing and loving being held.
Sleeping for a tiny bit longer stretches.
Being amused by your crazy sister and brother.
Seeking and demanding eye contact during all your wakeful times.
Showing a few smiles that light up the room.
We love you Helena.
Today we celebrate the best daddy and husband I know.
A guy that decided the best way to handle itchy-costume complaints, stranger-danger fears, and make sure our night of trick-or-treat was enjoyed by all - have practice runs. He pretended to be our neighbors and even changed his voice. Waited in each room for the proper knock and trick-or-treat call and handed out marshmallows in our hallway.
We love you.