Charlie turned a month old last Wednesday and I know that pretty much every person with a baby says this, but I just can't believe how fast the time has flown by--it probably has something to do with the lack of sleep effecting my perception. I can't really complain too much, though; Charlie is definitely one very easy going baby. He's pretty happy as long as his belly is full and his bottom is dry. Charlie has been smiling socially for the last two weeks now and is also starting to coo and gurgle when he's happy, which is usually when he's getting his diaper changed. I think he had a growth spurt over the weekend as he was nursing around the clock and now all of a sudden he's wearing 3-6 month pjs and onesies (for reference, he's wearing a 12-month onesie in the above photo; it was the only plain white one that I had).
The rest of the family is doing okay for the most part, although Captain Husband is really feeling the effects of having to wake up once or twice a night to help me with the diaper changes and feedings. Sammy has been pretty good with the new normal, although he's still acting out at the most inconvenient of times and has recently decided that hitting me while I'm changing his diaper is hilarious. Newsflash: It's not. I'm coping the best that I can, although some days are harder than others (like last Tuesday, when both boys decided to try out synchronized crying); but for every rough day there's at least one really good day, so I think things are going pretty well all things considered.