Last week (yeah, we’re a little behind here), Easton turned one month old. Quite like how I took monthly pictures while pregnant, we decided to take monthly pictures of the bub bub. We knew we wanted him to wear something simple and classic, so we chose a white short-sleeved onesie. We also knew that we needed something for scale, so we placed him in a laundry basket. Originally, I wanted to do this series in black and white like my maternity shots, but Easton has these amazing blue eyes that I wanted to pop. So we went with a blue blanket and color pictures
Of course, I couldn’t choose just one picture of him from his mini-photo shoot to share.
Mike did a little monthly recap over at our family blog, Macky & Co, so I’ll spare you some of his monthly deets*. Mike’s also been posting daily pictures of Easton, since I can barely keep up with blogging here. Though I’ve threatened to take over Macky & Co when he falls behind or I have to send him pictures from my phone. You know, since I take like 20 pictures of Easton per day. No, I’m not obsessed…
In a nutshell, the first month has been nothing short of amazing. Everyone tells you to enjoy it and that it goes so fast, but that you’ll be too sleep deprived and stressed to realize it until it’s over. I think we’ve been soaking it all up with well, minimal stress. We’re very lucky in that we’re both home, so we can switch baby duty if we’re feeling tired or overwhelmed. But really, with the exception of some fussy and cluster feeding days here and there, having a baby has been….fun. And I’m not lying.
Easton started smiling this month and it was as great as everyone says. At one point, I was changing him in a tired daze at 5am, talking to him as usual but looking as his feet. I looked up at him after wrestling his feet back into his pajamas and he was staring at me with the world’s biggest smile on his face. It could have turned even the toughest person to mush.
Each week gets easier as he adjusts to life on the outside. We no longer have to burrito wrap him and walk around the house going pretending we’re a white noise machine to get him to sleep. He somehow figured out his days and nights and has been an excellent sleeper from day one, but is going for longer and longer stretches at night. He’s happy just hanging out with us while we eat dinner, whether sitting in his rock n’ play or on one of our laps.
We took these pictures last week (on his 1 month birthday) and he’s already grown so so much. He had a major growth spurt in the past 2 days or so, which I am certain of because he ate every 2 hours around the clock for a day. In the end, his 0-3 month Old Navy chevron pajamas no longer fit as of tonight. He grew a belly and some rolls around his wrists. This guy is growing like a weed.
Mike and I spend most of our days hanging out with him and we don’t get much done until he’s asleep for the night. We just enjoy being with him so much that our house is pretty filthy, we rarely cook real meals (tonight it was mac and cheese for the win) and we watch way too much HGTV and that American gypsy show. With both of us home, you’d think we’d be a little more productive than that, though Mike has been better than me and whipped up that window seat in the office
But I don’t think our lack of productivity is something we’ll regret 5, 10 or 20 years from now. We’ll remember all of the time we were able to spend as the 3 of us, camped out on the couch all day.
Happy one month on the outside, bub bub!
*Yeah, I ended up sharing monthly deets anyway. I told you I’m obsessed