He's so funny when he sleeps.
Apparently tomorrow my child will be 6 weeks old. How did that happen already? He has had the nerve to grow 2.5 inches and gain about 3 pounds. His scrawniness has turned into squeezeableness. I almost woke him up last night because I could not resist the urge to pinch his chubby cheaks. They were just there and they needed to be pinched.
While it seems like he was just born, pregnancy seems like it was eons ago. There really must be some amnesia built into the whole process so that you'll do it again. Even two days after his birth pregnancy seemed like a distant memory.
I wasn't sure what to expect with a newborn. I thought maybe I'd be dealing with a baby that wanted to stay up all night crying. Thankfully, that hasn't been the case (so far, knock on wood). If he cries, it's usually because he's hungry. He eats a million times more often than I expected. I think, without exaggeration, I've spent about 50% of these last 6 weeks with a baby attached to my boob. There are definitely worse things in the world. The constant nursing just forces me to slow down and enjoy this time with him. Plus, I had no idea what babies did when they were looking for a boob. He snorts and grunts and shakes his head back and forth with his mouth open and goes, "uh uh uh." Makes me laugh all the time.
Today was a special day in the Kodkagel household. I got crapped on. Literally. I was holding Eli on my lap. I heard him poop. He has very audible, very loud poops. They usually come in 3 parts, so I was giving him some time to finish up. (Am I oversharing?) I shifted him to the other leg and uncovered the horror. This was not a little bit of seepage, but an all out pooping on mommy. It generated a full load of laundry. Not cool. I guess he was making up for all the times he's peed on his father.
When we went to Easter brunch at a friend's house on Sunday we decided to dress him in his finest pastel polyester. This outfit belonged to my brother, making it at least 32 years old.