Three Weeks

So, I'm finally writing in from the mom side of this blog. Noah is three weeks old today. Right now he is snoozing away to the vibration mode on his bouncy seat, which is stationed on the floor next to me. He looks so darling: one hand up, one hand down, with his little tongue poking out slightly, mouth gently working as he dreams about eating.

Seeing him every day, it is hard to mark all of the changes he has undergone these past few weeks, but the evidence of change is clear. Today I am going to weed all of the outgrown newborn clothes out of his dresser. On account of his bigger belly, the relentless pace of round-the-clock 2 hour feedings has abated. Our nights are punctuated with only 2-3 rounds of nursing. And eating is not immediately and invariably followed by sleep. To my joy (at, say, 2 pm) or my dismay (at 4 am), sometimes Noah eats and wants to look around, interact, be entertained. Just in the past few days, he has been striking out with his hands with obvious purpose. Never knew I could feel so pleased about someone tangling a fist in my hair or batting me in the face.