The sweet stuff

It’s been a beautiful weekend in more ways than one. Perfect weather, fun stuff to do, and a baby that gets more lovable with each passing day. Though our nights this weekend have been more difficult (and we attribute some of that to baby reflux), Curly seems a lot easier to deal with in the day time.

Some friends and relatives took me out for a birthday dinner and one of the best presents I got was a baby that slept for half the meal, and for the other half, was an alert and sweet one month old who brought a smile to everyone’s face. He was passed around the table and behaved himself marvelously while his proud mothers looked on.

Since there have been many difficult and challenging moments, we haven’t been able to focus as much on what we love. That’s what this post is about. We are beginning to come into our own as a family of 3 (well, 4…dog included). We went to an art show on Friday night and Curly slept in the sling the whole time. Many people admired him and it was so nice to have him sleeping soundly, pressed up against me, feeling his little hands tickle me from time to time, and his little legs dangling. We love to gaze at him, and when he’s awake and the light catches his face, we can see his eyes getting bluer and wonder what color his hair will eventually be. We think he is on the verge of smiling, and more than once I’ve caught the corners of his mouth turning upwards when I cooed at him. Nutella loves when he falls asleep on her after breastfeeding. And we both think he’s awfully cute when placed in the bath. It completely mellows him out and he stares so thoughtfully and peacefully at the water.

We’re looking forward to more outings with him. He seems to really like new surroundings, especially when he’s calm enough to take everything in. Frequently his face is full of wonder and curiosity, and it never fails to make us smile. Day by day he seems to gain more personality, and we welcome the little boy he’ll become as we more fully appreciate the baby he is.