I'm in mourning.
I packed up your bassinet and moved it out of our room today. You've been in your crib for three nights now. I really didn't want to move you, but you're just too long for that whicker cocoon. The first night was rough. I could tell you weren't comfortable with your new surroundings. To tell you the truth, I wasn't really either. I brought you back to our room for a few minutes, but then I realized that wasn't the solution. The next night was better, and last night you seemed to be back to your old soundly sleeping ways, waking up just once in the night.
You're very adaptable. It might take a little bit for you to settle into something new--like sleeping in a Pack N Play or a crib--but once you do, you're golden. We try not to be too rigid with our beloved little nighttime routine, but you still just love your bath and settling into sleep not long after.
And much like your first weeks, you continue to be a mover and a shaker. We had our annual sleepover with your cousin Hazel, and you rolled over during tummy time for the first time on her watch. You now roll both ways, which scares me half to death. I don't know if this is early or right on track, but there's something about the way you flail yourself all over the place that makes me wonder if we've got a bit of a daredevil on our hands. I just read that new parents should ask their parents what they were like as babies because often times the next generation baby will be similar in pattern. Well, I don't know how I was as a baby, but I do know my mom had to jump in a swimming pool with all her clothes on when I was a toddler because apparently I thought I could swim on my own. Lord, help me!
You're exercising your newborn reflexes less and less, and I hardly see your Frankenstein arms anymore. I've been crying a lot because I realize you really aren't a newborn anymore. I know everyone says the stages just get more and more fun, but I just loved watching you, holding you, and caring for you as a newborn. You must have sensed this or something because the other night when I finished nursing you, your eyelids fluttered, your eyes rolled back into your head, and you gave me those unconscious smiles that were the highlight of my middle-of-the-night newborn moments with you.
You know your mom and your dad, and you perk right up when Dad rolls into the house after work. You don't mind bopping around in your little chair while I make dinner, but sometimes you'd rather be worn in a wrap so you can really see what's going on. You know your dog, Bowen, and I'm sure you like it when he licks your face. Everyone in this house knows I sure don't.
We've been stuck inside a lot lately with this weather. We read and play a lot, and you've already picked favorites among your toys. You're no stranger to the cold weather, though, and you fall right asleep once you're bundled up and we head out for a walk.
I'm not sure what the next month will bring. You're so much more alert. You're using your voice, cooing, and letting us know when it's time for you to take a rest or eat. Every day is different with new excitement and challenges. We've been so blessed to see you growing and thriving.
I am so proud and thankful to be your mom, already, Fraser Mary.
Love,
Mom
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| Greenberg's birthday party sure looks different with all these kiddos now! |
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| Your friend, Johanna, who is just two weeks older than you! |
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| Your bestie, Ellery. |
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| Cousin Audrey in your sweaters from Mimi. |
