One Month

Holy moly - Elliot is already one month old. How did that happen??

The time is already flying by.  It probably went even faster because we had help for the first almost 4 weeks so we weren't in a sleepless haze (like we are now).  Either way, it seems crazy that we have already been a family of four for a whole month.

My fears of Andrew being jealous and hating his little brother have been eased.  It took him a little while, but he has adjusted very well and loves his baby brother.  When I get him up for breakfast in the morning if Elliot isn't down here he asks "Where's baby brother?".  The other morning after he had breakfast we heard Elliot start to fuss upstairs. Andrew grabbed a bottle of pumped milk that was sitting on the counter, exclaimed "Baby's milk" and took off up the stairs to find him to give it to him:

Last night when Elliot was in the car seat when I got home from picking Andrew up from daycare he looked at him, said "That's my baby brother!" and went and put a blanket on him.  And Sunday morning when I had Elliot on the boppy on the chaise Andrew hopped up there to sit next to him. He loves to say "Baby's soft!" and rub his little head.  Seeing him sitting (willingly) with his baby brother melts my heart:

Elliot is doing well, too.  He's not sleeping through the night by any means, but we can get one almost 5 hour stretch out of him for the first part of the night.  He's eating like a champ, but I'm a little concerned about how fussy he gets when he is eating sometimes. I hope it's not reflux, and since it's not every time he eats I don't think it is.  He isn't a fussy baby, but if he's hungry, tired or needs changed he'll make some noise.  He loves to cuddle, makes the sweetest and cutest little grunts and sighs and looks like an angel when he's sleeping.  It appears his eyes are going to be brown and he has a mass of dark hair on the back of his head, so apparently he and his brother are going to look very different from each other.

I'm taking Andrew in for his 30 month well check next week and I'm hoping I can plop Elliot on the scale to see how much he weighs now.  We've moved him up to size one diapers but he's still fitting in his newborn clothes.  He's still a scrawny little guy, but he's starting to fill out.

Oh, and my fear that I couldn't possibly love another baby like I love Andrew was unfounded.  I'm like the Grinch and my heart has grown a few sizes since Elliot arrived. I love both of my boys more than life and can't imagine life without them.  I'm looking forward to watching the two of them grow up together and watching them become the best of friends.  I just don't want it to come too quickly - I want Elliot to remain my little baby for a while longer.