Baby Wesley made it to a month a while ago, and all of us are still alive!
What this really means is that people's comments of "You look great!" (implied: for someone who just had a baby) are slowly becoming offensive.
Wesley is a baby. He sleeps and eats and poops and is awake. A lot. Like way more than other babies. He opened his eyes about five minutes after he was born and hasn't closed them a whole lot since. Thankfully he does sleep at night and will usually give me at least a four hour stretch. He is also, unfortunately, kind of a light sleeper for a baby. Like with our other boys, knowing that noise was going to be pretty constant around here, we have tried to let him sleep amongst the chaos and get used to bangs and sudden explosions of word-vomit and shrieks of laughter/dismay, but he still gets nicely woken up in the mornings when Luke and Derek come barging in.
He is also, bar none, our noisiest sleeper. He wiggles and grunts and squirms and lifts his legs in the air and sneezes and coughs and snorts and has totally robbed me of my light super-mom sleep. So between Ken (who could sleep through vomiting and screaming and all sorts of pandemonium) and I, I have no idea whether or not we are actually waking up when Wes needs us, poor kid.
Wesley likes nursing, his mom, sleeping while being held, and showers. He greatly dislikes his car seat, being left alone for longer than five minutes, his tongue and lip stretches (a result of his tongue-and lip-tie clippage at two weeks), boogers, and waking up to find himself alone on the floor somewhere.
One thing has been consistent across the board with all three boys: those expressive Young faces!
He is also, bar none, our noisiest sleeper. He wiggles and grunts and squirms and lifts his legs in the air and sneezes and coughs and snorts and has totally robbed me of my light super-mom sleep. So between Ken (who could sleep through vomiting and screaming and all sorts of pandemonium) and I, I have no idea whether or not we are actually waking up when Wes needs us, poor kid.
Wesley likes nursing, his mom, sleeping while being held, and showers. He greatly dislikes his car seat, being left alone for longer than five minutes, his tongue and lip stretches (a result of his tongue-and lip-tie clippage at two weeks), boogers, and waking up to find himself alone on the floor somewhere.
One thing has been consistent across the board with all three boys: those expressive Young faces!
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