As each week passes I am still amazed at how quick time seems to pass and that we have survived another week. You are changing so fast and it is still so amazing to see what new little things you do each week but also I get a little sad knowing that one day you will be a stinky feet boy who will no longer want to cuddle with his mom all day long.
At 7 weeks old you are no longer on your own little schedule that you were on for almost the first 6 weeks. Also, my sweet good natured baby has now turned into Jekyll and Hyde. During the day you are your happy self but now as soon as it starts getting dark you turn into an angry little thing. All day long you nurse with no problem but then at night I have to fight with you to get you to nurse. It would be fine if you didn't want to eat, but you start screaming because you are hungry. I then try to feed you and as soon as you see my breast you only scream louder. I have to try and shove your head on when your mouth is open while screaming. Usually once you realize what it is going on you fight for a few more minutes then start nursing like you have been a little angel all along.
It is frustrating because this is a new side of you and the side of you your Dad sees at night almost as if I abuse you all day long. Then there is the sweet side that I get all to myself during the day. (As soon as you see me in the morning you are smiling.) I think part of your fussiness is because you used to sleep during that time of night but now it seems like you don't want to miss anything and you refuse to get some sleep. Instead you are tired and crabby and take it out on us. (I guess you do take after me). Maybe it's because of how much time you spent out of the house this week. You really had a crash course with your Dad's side of the family. You saw almost everyone that lives in Savannah this Sunday and Monday. At least you were on your best baby behavior there. As long as you help us fool everyone that we know what we are doing you can be crabby at night as long as you want.
Actually my favorite part of the day is the time we spend at your changing table. You are usually all smiles and coos as soon as I set you on there are start telling you that I am going to change you then feed you. It almost seems like you try to help me change your diaper. As I go to lift your legs I'll grab one and you will raise the other. I can't believe how obsessed I have become with your poop. The first couple of weeks you pooped all day long and then slowly it changed to every few days. Secretly I'm always worried that you aren't pooping enough so when I open your diaper and there is a surprise I get excited. I know this will change the moment when it is no longer a surprise and I can tell you pooped without opening your diaper. (I'm smiling now just imagining you reading this one day and how it will probably make you a little embarrassed).
You also love getting dressed now but you are equally happy to get your clothes pulled off and to just be in your diaper and socks (as long as you aren't at your Doctor's office). I think you just enjoy being touched. You are one touchie feelie baby! You love to have your tummy and your back rubbed depending on what position you are as you go to sleep and I don't mind it one bit. I love the way your head smells as I wrap my arms around you and rub your back while you are nursing or falling asleep.
Today I got a baby shower invitation for my friend Crystal's baby shower at the end of this month and I am excited but a little anxious to leave you. I have left you with your Dad for about an hour to run to the store but not longer than that. I think he is fully capable but that means I have to make sure I have enough milk pumped for you and also I haven't been away from you that long before.
I didn't really take many pictures of you today because you are awake now for so much longer and I just forget to take pictures (which is why I take so many of you sleeping). You are using your pacifer less and less and still perfer to chew on your hands and "talk" more and more. Fine with me because it looks almost like a baby tourture device and I don't feel quite as silly talking to you since you now "talk" back to me.
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I got the invitation too, but I can't go. I have nursery duty, since I'm missing this week, I can't miss the next Sunday too.
I have to tell you Ean was THE EXACT SAME WAY. In some ways I was happy that he was such a good baby during the day but at 7pm like clockwork he just went crazy. They say it is because they are over stimulated, just know that it doesn't last for ever.
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