How long now?

Max is 4 months old today.  This statement is almost unbelievable. 

When he was born he weighed an epic 9 lbs. As of Thursday when I took him in for his 16 week vaccinations (a week late, but whatev) he weighs 16 lbs and 4 oz. 

He smiles and laughs and makes ridiculous noises.  He’s more amazing than I ever could have expected.

He also knows how to rock a moustache.

He sleeps through most nights so hopefully my brain will stop being such a fog soon and I’ll be able to start using my evenings for more than just a thunder run on the dishes and laundry.

 

 

 

I should be napping

Max and I are laying in bed together. He’s sleeping and I should be too, but I’m not even though I’m exhausted. Instead I’m thinking about all the crap I want to do. The knitting that’s half finished, the collection of birth and postnatal stories I want to collect from friends, the writing I want to do, the laundry that needs folding, the milk that needs pumping, etc.

But I’m not doing any of these things. I’m laying here with a snuggly baby looking at the grey clouds moving in. I can’t seem to make myself move this is too nice and he’ll be too big for it soon and all that other stuff can wait another day.