One Month Old..

I want to cry just typing that. One month old already. My goodness, it went fast with Carson and Lincoln but seriously.....where the heck did this last month go. You think how looong that last month of pregnancy went, and then they are here and time starts flying. Slow down sweetheart, your momma doesn't want you growing this fast. You seriously get about 6 weeks worth of newborn stage and then they are an infant. I hate that.

Anywho...my sister does the cutest thing with her baby girl. As each month passes she takes a picture of her daughter with a stuffed owl. They are now on month 9. It is so fun to look back and see how much her little girl has grown sitting next to that owl. For us its Mickey Mouse. So those were a few shots of Mickey and Mr. Drake at one month old.



A few more facts about this boy of mine.
-He is a pretty good baby, pretty good. Not great, but good. He started out very good, slept all the time and would hardly ever fuss. Even when he wasn't being held. The older he gets, he becomes a little more high maintence. He REALLY enjoys being held and snuggled. I can set him down in his bouncer or swing for about 20 minutes or so (if he is fed and happy) but after that 20 minutes he will start letting you know that he would like some attention. Makes it hard when I am in the middle of something (which is always).

-Is a super great eater. Latched on from the very beginning. He has a tendency to get awfully comfy when nursing, I find myself waking him up quite often so he will keep eating. However, on a plus side...he doesn't spit up AT ALL. After Lincoln, this is most welcome.


Next to me and Thiago, his most favorite person in the world is his aunt Ashley. All babies love her. I think they sense her soft, patient ways. She can calm him down instantly. 2 minutes of being in her arms and he is sound asleep. Its sweet.



Drake had a big month, meeting lots of new people. One of his favorites (or my favorites) is his Great Granny O. He also met his Great Grandma and Grandpa Williams, but I forgot my camera on that day.


Poor child....he endures a whole lot of lovin from this kid. Lincoln (sigh) he means well, but oh my heavens is he annoying. For the most part, I am so proud of how he has handled this new baby. He is not jealous, AT ALL. He loves him so much, a little too much. He is always in his face, always kissing him, always trying to hold him. The minute I get Drake asleep, here comes Lincoln to give him a great big sloppy, loud, rough kiss. I can't even tell you how many times he has woken him up.

He also thinks he is allowed to pick him up. The other day I was in the kitchen making dinner, Drake was in his little travel swing and he was starting to fuss. Next thing I know Carson is screaming at me hysterically "Mom, Lincoln...the baby, the baby". I look over and here comes Lincoln packing baby Drake on over saying "he's crying, he's crying". He was 2 steps away from our tile floor, I freaked. I know he means well, but honestly. I have to watch him like a hawk. Poor Drake.



He's gorgeous. I know I am probably biased but I think he is the most beautiful sight. He is his dad, and I couldn't be happier. His skin is so dark and he has the most beautiful complexion. His eyes are like big black pools, and all that hair in the back. Black as coal. Not a whole lot in the front, but he already needs a trim in the back. Yeah, he's beautiful.


One spot that I can always count on to buy some time is his pack'n'play right beneath his mobile. He loves this thing, just sits and stares at it. All propped up in his boppy.


Still sleeps about 70% of the time. Especially when we are out and about. On the days I have errands or taking Cars to and from school, he sleeps ALOT. He loves his carseat. The minute he gets in, all is quiet an good and he is sound asleep. I like it.


At night, he sleeps in his boppy. I put him in it when he first goes down about 9:00 or so. He usually sleeps til about 2:00, and then I feed him and he sleeps again til about 4:00...then he is awake every hour and a half or so. Not bad, but not great. However, he is a dang quick eater in the middle of the night and always is back asleep within 15 minutes. I can handle that.

So thats my little squeeker bug at one month old. My goodness, how we love him. He is such a joy to me. Such a perfect, little blissful joy. So lucky to be his mom. Happy one month old baby boy. Love you more than words can say.....