We're a month into this parenting thing, and I think we're doing a pretty good job. Of course, Husband and I can't take all the credit--I think we have an exceptionally well behaved baby on our hands. We are still lucky that he doesn't cry unless there is something he is trying to tell us. He's had his fair share of meltdowns, mostly because of over stimulation--the first few times we had marathon screaming sessions, but now that we know what calms him those are few and far between.
My favorite parts of the day are when Little Man is alert. He is often in a very good mood after a nice nap and a bottle, and he is content to hang out in the corner of our couch in his "chair"--a genius setup of pillows Husband devised for him. Other times, he is a lap baby. Perched on a knee, he'll look around the room with his giant eyes, head swiveling all over the place. He is surprisingly good at holding up his own head at just a little over 5 weeks old. And other times, he is a Snuggle Monster. I have whiled away many hours over the past couple of weeks sitting in the rocker with Little Man settled in the crook of my arm, enjoying the view of the living room. On such occasions, the newly learned skill of one-handed eating comes in handy. You'd be surprised at what can be eaten one-handed: sandwiches and cookies,yes, but even soup can be managed if you are very careful. The hardest thing I have found to eat one-handed is my favorite staple of saltines with peanut butter on them--mainly because peanut butter is very hard to clean off an infant's forehead, and the cracker always lands peanut butter side down. Oops.
As I mentioned before, Husband has become very good at creating little chairs and nests out of pillows and blankets. As he takes the early morning feeding to let me get a little sleep in, I often come into our living room to discover a well placed pile of comfiness where Little Man has been hanging out with his Dad. It makes me smile every morning. I can't wait to watch them evolve into forts as he gets older.
I have been surprised at just how fun it is to hang out with a person who is still mastering control of his own hands. Little Man has started "talking" to us--little coos here and there when he's happy. My favorite thing in the world is when he sneezes. He always does it twice in a row, and he always lets out a little "Ooo" when he's done. I love it.
I have developed the mommy nose of steel, allowing me to be immune to whatever smell comes out of my son's diaper. At least until he begins solid food. And speaking of diapers, Little Man is quite the diaper Houdini. He can pee out of his diaper and cover himself and me in a giant wet spot without even getting the diaper wet. I am baffled as to how he accomplishes this task. Husband says it's retaliation for all the cute outfits I force on the baby. I'm afraid he might be right.
Yes, Husband and I have developed an arsenal of new parent tricks. But just when I think we've got it figured out, Little Man does something new, and the game plan switches to month-old baby tricks. Or it-is-4-AM-and-the-baby-is-WIDE-awake tricks. Whatever the case may be, I'm sure we'll continue to find creative ways to deal with our son--hopefully as fast as he can come up with reasons for us to do so.
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