Before Jacoby was born I didn't intend to do monthly blog posts. Now that the little dude is here though, I've changed my mind. It amazes me to see just how much babies grow in such a short amount of time.
I truly meant to order a set of onesies with the month number on the front of them... but time got away from me and then it was too late. So I had this brilliant idea to involve the two older brothers by allowing them to actually paint the onesie. The results of my "brilliant" idea should be interesting to watch over the next year. It keeps the boys involved though, and they had a great time painting his first shirt.
And then he face-planted.
Sweet baby boy, you have been such a great addition to our family. Your older brothers dote on you and you want for nothing. They hold you, snuggle you, make funny faces at you, feed you, burp you and change your diapers. Your Bubbie rocks you and comforts you when your belly is acting up and you reward him with lots of goofy smiles.
You were a tiny little scrawny baby when you were born. Now? Not so much! You've grown like crazy. Your Dad swears I starved you to death while you were in my belly and that you should have been much bigger at birth than you were if I'd gained the weight I'd gained with your brothers. You now weigh 10 pounds, 14 ounces and are 22 inches long. That's a gain of 3 pounds, 2 ounces in the past four weeks and 1 1/2 inches growth in length.
Your legs are super long and skinny like your Bubbie's legs. You don't make a whole lot of noises other than crying, and you grunt when you've eaten too much, which is every time you eat. You nurse like a champion, but you eat much more than I can produce, so you supplement every single feeding with formula. Not because I don't produce enough, but because you eat too much. You burp like a GROWN MAN. It's seriously VERY impressive. I've never heard a baby burp like that before.
You sleep better than either of your brother's did at your age. You sleep hard from about 2100 till between 0200 and 0300, but after that you are up every three hours. I have been getting plenty of sleep, so I have no complaints about that at all.
You have a very sweet personality. You aren't fussy unless your belly is hurting, which is just a few times a day. Your brothers both had bad bellies, too so I'm a pro in the bad belly business by now. We rub your belly and laying on your belly helps, too. It passes after an hour or so and then you are your happy self again. You are truly no trouble at all.
You are a super pretty shade of brown right now. Your brothers were both pasty and "red" when they were little. Not you. Your Dad calls you Tonto. Hahaaaa. Speaking of nicknames, I haven't had one stick for you yet. Everybody calls you baby-Jacoby right now. Eventually something will stick. We had initially planned on calling you Bo, but we haven't yet. So hopefully we will figure that out shortly. We are a nickname family, so you will definitely have one that is most likely nowhere close to your original name. You will figure that out when you realize that when we holler for Nicky we are actually calling for Jack.
You don't get really interested in being read to or being sung to. You just sort of look at us like we are the dumbest people you've ever met when we even try.
You HATE being in the car seat. From the moment we sit you in it until the moment we unbuckle you, you cry and are really really MAD. You will eventually fall asleep, and will sleep for awhile, but it's no fun up until that point.
You like to be hot and sweaty. You do not like to be cold. You love taking a bath, but only if the water is far hotter than any baby should be comfortable with. You like the water beating down on your belly directly from the faucet, which is a little weird, too. But you do enjoy taking a bath, so whatever weirdness gets it done for you is OK by me. We swaddle you at night very tightly with one little hand sticking out, because that's the way you like to sleep. You sleep with your Mama and Daddy and you are perfectly content there. I'd like to say you want to be held too much, but I don't think a baby can be held too much. I don't get a whole lot done around the house these days, but that's OK. There will be plenty of time for that when you are too big to hold. Until then, I will hold you every chance I get.
We will take turns holding you, spoiling you rotten, and loving you.
Sometimes I look at you and get overcome with emotion... Not all teary-eyed and sappy, but just awe that you are really here. I had given up hope that you'd come, but our prayers were answered and here you are.
You are loved, little boy.
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