Oliver is 4 weeks old on Wednesday. On one hand he’s slotted into our ‘routine’ so well that it feels like he’s been here forever, but on the other … holy cow, that means I only have 11 months of maternity leave left.
Yes, I’m keeping count. What’s your point? (I have a lot I want to do before I go back to work.)
He’s put on 2lbs in as many weeks, and is just under the 91st percentile for weight. He’s already filling 0-3 month sleepsuits. His eyes are changing from blue to brown. He grunts constantly, each followed by a fart (he’s a classy baby).
Isabel loves him. The first thing she does when she gets out of bed in the morning is give him a hug. She sings and reads to him, and strokes his head if he’s fussing (doesn’t like nappy changes).
I could have a few more like this.