life with truman

You're getting so strong. I knew you'd grow up to be a big healthy boy just like your brother, but you continue to amaze me. I weighed you the other night when we had to take you to the doctor. The scale had your weight in kilograms, it was 5.3 or something. Later I used a calculator to convert it and found out you are almost 12 pounds. You'll double your birth weight by two months at this rate.

And you can hold up your weight with your legs if I balance you on my lap, and you have such calm understated strength, you act as if it's nothing, this display of power.

Already you are spending more time gazing at me and out at the world. Today everyone at my doctor's office commented on your alertness, your pretty skin (I'm worried it's a bit jaundiced still, but the public seems to enjoy it). You're beautiful and everyone wants to gaze at you and kiss you.

You have a bit of a stuffy nose, and you snuffle like a little piglet. It's charming and heartbreaking at once. I love your little sounds, the way you breathe so puffily as you sleep on my tummy.

You still love to sleep on me, although you're starting to accept your cradle if you're wrapped up cozily. Sometimes when I go to bed at night, you're there in your cradle, sound asleep, and I can't help but pick you up to take to bed with me. I'm afraid you aren't breathing, to start with, and then I can't stand not cuddling with you at night. You are very cozy despite the way you make my shirt soaked with milk.

Today you said "oooh..." to me and it made my stomach turn circles and my heart stop. I love your baby-pig voice.

Your brother loves you so much, he wants to hold you and cuddle you and pet you and kiss you all the time. He tells you how cute you are, and he can't wait until you're grown up so he can play with you, and talk to you, and take you to his room with him. You two will have as much fun together as your parents have with you. We're just a big infatuated family infatuated, we're all so cute, we can't help staring at one another.

I love you no matter how little sleep I get. As I said to my nurse today, "this is what I went through all that trouble for." And you're worth it.