Yesterday you turned on month old and we celebrated by weighing you at the doctors office to get some facts to support the "WOW this kid is getting heavier!" sentiment we've been saying around here a lot lately. You are giving our arms a workout. And for good reason, I guess. The last time we weighed you you were just under a week old, and you were about 7lbs 8oz. You've gained three whole pounds since then! It's no wonder we had to make some drastic wardrobe changes over the last week or so to upgrade you to 3-6 month clothes. Nothing fit!
This past week or so has been a big one for you. It's been our first week really by ourselves now that our parade of visitors has quieted down. This has been good for you, and especially good for your cat brother Max, who keeps looking at us wondering (we are sure) "is it time to eat him yet?" He's concerned about your presence, but for the most part Max's life has gone back to normal and he's his own happy self again, hopping up on the bed in the morning for snuggles, and braving your squealy cries and infant chatter to pat you on the head with his paw. I have to warm you though, he's making a serious move on your play mat, so you may want to up your game in tummy time before he takes it over completely.
Your dad has been working from home this week so that he can help out a little, but secretly I think he just doesn't like being away from you for very long. Babies are funny that way - we are all operating in your orbit. If we look away for too long, suddenly, we've missed something big.
As far as milestones go, you've started to become more of a real baby this month - you are so different today than you were thirty days ago. You're more awake and alert, looking around, tracking things with your eyes, and starting to discover your own limbs, which are constantly on the go, but more and more under your own control with every passing day. You still do Jack Hands. I'm going to have to try to catch them on video so you can watch when you are older. You're also sleeping for longer stretches of time - yesterday you slept for a little over five hours (!). We didn't know what to do with ourselves, for the most part, but we made dinner like regular people and watched you sleep like obsessed, adoring parents. I hope you don't get sick of that - I think you're stuck with us.