Jack was one month old yesterday! My friend Cassie asked me last week if I could believe he was almost a month old already, and to my own surprise the answer was an emphatic YES. It feels like it was forever ago that Nick and I were heading to the hospital to have him. Our lives have completely changed since then and I can’t believe that it’s only been a few weeks. It feels like he’s always been here! Nick says it feels like it’s flown by for him, though. Maybe the difference is that I’m home with Jack all day while Nick goes to work.
I always love it when folks take pictures of their little ones on some sort of regular basis during their early years to document their growth (like the Petersiks did with Clara and Nicole did with her two little ones). I decided I wanted to take pictures of Jack monthly but I didn’t really plan out any other specifics ahead of time, like where I would take the pictures or what he would wear. So when the 29th rolled around I decided to just photograph him in what he was already wearing. The harness makes it such a pain to change his clothes that I need a really good reason to do so. Like poop. And I mean more than just a little bit. It has to be kind of a lot of poop for me to put him through the scream-fest that is getting him out of the harness and clothes and back in again. I probably just lost half of my readers right there with all that poop talk. Anyway, so I didn’t know where to put him either so I took some on the rug in his room and some in the wing chair in the living room. Looking back, I kind of wish I’d taken some in his crib and on his green and white blanket, too, but oh well.
Want to see some outtakes? This is what he looked like before I turned on the white noise app on my phone.
That white noise is like wine for babies. It has such a delightfully relaxing effect! Here’s one of Juliet on security detail. This is right before she chased away Pistachio. She takes her duties very seriously.
And now, the first postpartum picture of me to grace the social media landscape (except for one picture my mom posted of me in a hospital gown and still droopy-eyed from the epidural that I choose to ignore).
As of my two week postpartum visit to my doctor I was down twenty pounds. That leaves seven left to go to reach my pre-pregnancy weight, but even if I get there things are still far from how they used to be. I’m not sure that the skin on my abdomen will ever be normal again. After all, this is how I looked a mere seven weeks ago. I dare say I was even bigger by the time Jack actually arrived. I feel soooo much better now that he’s on the outside.
I haven’t bounced back into blogging quite as quickly as I’d hoped, but I’m okay with it. We’re still trying to settle into some sort of routine around here and for now if I can just keep everybody clean, fed, and happy then I figure I’m doing pretty good. But I will be back! And I promise I’ll eventually be writing about something besides babies again someday.