Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Baby Blake

Blake is now seven weeks old. The time has seriously flown. I can't remember what life was like without him. I can't believe how much you can love a baby that hardly does anything. I can't think of any more cliche, but true, statements about this little boy.

For the past week or so, Blake has really been smiling and cooing. You could catch one here or there by the time he was about four weeks old, but now it's a regular thing. It's so sweet to see. He also has been sleeping for longer stretches at night. He'll usually go down between 9 and 10pm, and not wake up until 2am, 3am, or even 4am. The 4am thing happened for three days in a row (actually one night it was 5am), so I bragged to everyone on Facebook and Instagram, and the next night he woke up at 2:30, Blake's first "Bazinga!" of what i'm sure will be many. You know, just so I remember who's the boss.

He loves his swing, but isn't too into the bouncy seat, which is the opposite of Jameson. We're being more aggressive about getting him to like a binky. So far, his favorite is one that Jared and Chelsey got him that has a huge black mustache on it. Ohhh, baby.

He is an amazingly good nurser. I've been pleasantly surprised  with how easy it's been to feed him, giving me plenty of time to watch trashy TV shows on Netflix and do little else. (What do you people think of Revenge? Intriguing or really, really sad? I had to start another show about rich people being mean to each other once I finished Gossip Girl.) The only way that breastfeeding has cramped my style is that I can't drink caffeine anymore. I've had one Diet Coke since he was born, and the following eight hours turned out to be the screechiest, most sleepless, terrible night of both our lives. Luckily I was able to kick the caffeine habit early on, when the withdrawal headaches just kind of blended in to the hormonal/sleep deprivation/holy-crap-I-have-two-kids-how-the-h-am-I-going-to-survive headaches, and now I'm good.

I think I mentioned that Jameson has slowly taken more interest in Blake. Today, that interest took the form of dousing the poor baby with half a Peach Fresca. Blake was mad at first, but then he realized that the refreshing citrus scent was actually quite delightful.

And now for the pictures:
Blake/Mom selfie. The selfie camera on my phone is not so hot.

I even sleep awesome!

I'm happy, but don't want anyone to know I'm toothless.



3 comments:

Kathleen said...

Holly, he is precious!! Sorry about the DC thing... but at least you have Fresca to cure your cravings for a little fizz!

And I really loved Season 1 of Revenge. Season 2 was "eh." and the story line in Season 3 seems to be back on track (looks like no one liked season 2). Anyway, I have noticed that the acting is TERRIBLE. I don't remember it being this way in the other seasons, but maybe it was? If you haven't watched "Friday Night Lights" yet, you should check it out. My FAVORITE show ever. Seriously. "Poor people being mean to each other." It's the new "rich people being mean to each other." I found it on Netflix and finished the series in a embarrassingly short amount of time.

Tracy Mills said...

SO CUTE Holly!!!

Anonymous said...

I loved the book and movie of Friday Night Lights, but haven't seen the TV show.
Great blog post, Honey. Blake is one of a kind. He's not another Jameson. He's a Blake.