Middle of the Night 1:

See, here's the thing-- he's going to grow up so fast. At eight weeks old today, he's already changed so much. I know I take a huge amount of photos. It's just that every moment matters, is cute, is precious. If I can write a little bit too, maybe I won't forget some of the details that, while today seem unforgettable, might be brushed away by the newer, ever-more exciting details to come.
Some things that have already passed--

His pirate-face, or as Beckie lovingly put it, "The 'ol stinkeye..."


that head wobble when I'd put him over my shoulder to burp him-- like a precarious plum on a toothpick...

that relentless stare he had when the baby nurse would wheel him into the room in the middle of the night: He'd be awake, oh he'd definitely be awake-- just not fussy at all. Staring, all swaddled, through the plastic side of his bassinet, waiting patiently for food. Made my heart melt every time.


being too small for newborn clothes.



being so small in his carseat.


...and a million other moments and memories already long-gone.

So we'll see if some get caught here. He can keep growing up, I guess, as long as I can recall with a bit of clarity how it was in the beginning. I can only do this "first time" thing once...