Is it Friday already? My, time is flying. Baby H is already 3 weeks and 3 days old. How is that possible? If you ask my body it will tell you that is most definitely possible with the amount of fatigue that is trying to settle in. But isn’t this little face magical? He is so sweet.
Even if he is like his mom and thinks he doesn’t really need that much sleep. Can someone tell him newborns are supposed to sleep? Especially at 3am. This little one wants to party like a rock star. I’m trying to relay to him that you have to be in college to party like that. But he just smiles at me and I give in and snuggle and chat and snuggle some more. And its glorious until 6am when the older ones want breakfast and I’m begging them to give me just 5 more minutes. I know we’ll find our groove soon. Each day he is growing and changing. H is such a combination of his older brothers. His eyes are just like Monkeys and his mouth and chin are Bogie’s all over again. His hair is dark, we’ll see if it stays that way. Oh and it looks curly.
The older guys are hanging in there. Being the troopers that they are.
Gorgeous little troopers. But that’s just my opinion.