This will be brief, as Matthew is actually home, and I'd like to spend time with him. He was home all week this week, and only worked late (i.e., after the boys' bedtime, which is what really matters right now) twice!
However, the next three weeks will be brutal, as he will be gone Mon-Thurs, Mon-Thurs, Mon-Thurs. And that's Monday morning, before the boys get up, to Thursday night, after they're in bed.
I feel like the Little Engine That Could.
I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.
He is already going four hours in between feedings during the day, takes three good naps a day (with a few exceptions where he is just fussy and has to be worn in the sling or put in the swing), and goes 5-7 hours at night.
And he is growing like a flippin' weed.
I am not kidding.
It's no secret that I have big babies.
Andrew was 8 lbs, 11 oz and 21 in. at five days overdue.
I put Thomas in a 0-3m outfit yesterday that fit perfectly. And I had visions of a series of pictures of Benjamin wearing that same outfit on our Labor Day weekend. When he was over five months old.
Thomas is holding most of his fat in his cheeks, as he doesn't really have the big fat rolls (yet).
He has already started smiling. He smiled at 5 weeks, 1 day. At the ceiling fan. (Don't babies love those??)
And for those readers who might remember my boys' monthly rocking chair pictures, here is Thomas's one month picture.