Noah’s 7 month recap:
This month he started sitting up by himself without tumbling over every time he gets distracted by something. He has mastered the backwards crawl/body flop and is working hard to master the front. He has a great appetite and enjoys most things we give them – though the face he makes when I give him banana is priceless.
He LOVES to laugh and is easily entertained by William. Noah is quite accommodating to William’s insistence on multiple hugs, kisses and all forms of affection.
He’s still not interested in sleeping all night (and sometimes not even part of the night) but we are about to transition him to his crib, something I am entirely not ready for. As much as I am loving his personality develop and his movements become stronger, I am less ready than I thought I was for him to be a mobile, not so little baby.
These pictures perfectly capture what a happy, wonderful baby my sweet Noah is.
In just the last week you turned six months old. Half a year. These past six months with you have been a learning experience. With William, I was completely clueless and flying by the seat of my pants at every turn. With you, I had the background of already raising a baby for a year so I had something to compare each scenario to. Perhaps the most interesting part of these six months has been how drastically different my experience with you has been. It’s hard to not compare. I apologize for that. I’m sure I will forever compare your milestones or experiences to those of William because he is 16 months ahead of you – experiencing each milestone first. Part of that comparison is how I find comfort in where you are and part of it is my fear that I’m not doing something right with you, not teaching you enough, not exposing you to the right things, not reading enough or singing enough or even talking enough to you. But truly what I am finding out is that you will come to each milestone in your own time.
Noah, you are such a joy to me. You are the happiest, most easy-going baby I could imagine. Your eyes light up when you see me and it fills my heart so deeply that I can’t imagine what life was like before you were a part of our family. You smile widely and coo and are content to cuddle with me, wrap my hair around your fingers and twirl it, or rest your head on my chest and take a long nap. To see you searching the room for me is at the core of how motherhood has given me new life and purpose.
My greatest hope for you is that your disposition is something you are able to hold on to as you grow older. You are adaptable, go-with-the-flow, and incredibly patient. No matter the amount of prodding we have put you through at the doctor’s office or at home during your couple months of viruses, you stay pleasant and happy.
To add to all the adorable you encompass, perhaps my most favorite thing is how you have refused a pacifier since day one, but once you found those two fingers to suck on you were golden.
Noah is officially six months. Half a year. It’s not even that the time moves so fast but it’s more that those six months (for both of my kids) has been a blur. The first few weeks you exist on no sleep and feel like a zombie going through the motions. Week four through twelve you start to settle into your new “normal” and figure out how exactly to navigate life on no sleep with new eating/going out patterns. Between twelve weeks and six months you are so wrapped up in every little new thing he does – every smile, every laugh, every sound – that you don’t notice the time passing. I’ve started saying very casually, “Before you know it, Noah will be walking” and that sentence doesn’t even phase me or make me sad. I LOVE and absolutely relish everything about him as a little baby but I also love seeing my children’s personality, witnessing their individuality and independence – being witness to them growing into a child.
Noah is my dream baby. Even now, with a double ear infection and a fever, he is happy, smiling and playful. He’s so easy-going and laid-back that not even a painful illness slows him down. He’s such a perfect counter personality to mine and truly balances out our family. William and I are both high-strung, emotional and sensitive and Brandon is the polar opposite. Seeing Noah as I imagine Brandon must have been as a baby makes me feel that our family was meant to be. These babies were always meant to be mine. That is a mind-blowing gift from above.
At six months he’s still a tiny thing. He’s right at 14 lbs and has no interest in any food but milk. He refuses a pacifier but loves to suck on his two fingers and his Sophie giraffe. He loves to laugh and is ticklish under his chin. He searches me out in a room and has, just this week, reached his arms out for me to take him from Brandon. I may have bragged about that one!
This is my public declaration that I am going to work REALLY hard to do better at documenting. What good are a ton of photographs if they stay on memory cards and never get shared? Or the 2,000 photos on my phone….
This week marked the first time we put the boys in a bath together. I can’t lie…it was magical. Truly. William wanted to bathe Noah so we let him. He was so detail-oriented he pulled Noah’s ears forward to get behind them. I think my heart exploded. There were quite a few hugs and plenty of splashing. Beyond the fact that it’s a huge time-saver for us in the evening, it makes me feel even more excited that my boys are so close in age. They are lucky indeed.
Noah turned five months on the 29th of April. One of these days we will be on our A game again…but this is not one of those times.
He is right at 13 lbs with his clothes and diaper on – very much a lean, tiny thing. He is the easiest baby to make laugh when he’s rested and with a full tummy. This morning the four of laid in bed together and William dangled one of Noah’s teething/stuff toys over him, swinging it back and forth, with Noah grabbing at it and the two of them just giggled and giggled. Those are the moments that make this life worth it – watching my two babies laugh at one another with a pure, undisturbed joy.
It’s very easy to sugarcoat life on a personal blog or a Facebook page but then this space feels empty to me. The truth is that our family is going through a difficult period now with Brandon out of work. We are having to work extra hard to focus on the positives and enjoy our babies without letting the stress and anxiety rule us. Taking these pictures was one of those times where we focused in on how lucky we are.
Noah officially turned four months on March 29th but we’ve been busy and a little in over our heads. Tomorrow is the official four-month check-up but I can say he finally weighs a little over 12 lbs, is starting to chunk out a bit, and has become the happiest, easiest baby.
His smiles, laughs and coos are infectious and make me ridiculously happy. He is the sweetest gift from above.
Noah’s first flight – 3,000 miles to California to see my big sister, Whitney. I came prepared with bags of candy and ear buds for the fellow passengers but Noah slept like an angel and never cried. I don’t know how I got so lucky. It was a whirlwind trip – in on Friday evening and out first thing Monday morning. Whitney is getting married in August and we only had two full days to find a wedding dress. I’m so grateful to my mother for the opportunity to visit with Whitney and take part in this special portion of her wedding. I’m also grateful for another chance for Whitney to spend time with one of her nephews. Living 3,000 miles apart means we only get maybe one chance a year to see one another and catch up. It only gets harder now that I have two kids. I didn’t take my real camera so all I have to show for the weekend are some poor quality iPhone pics. But memories are memories no matter the pixel quality.
If you or your brother have any interest whatsoever in who your parents were when you were babies then you are likely actually reading these letters and posts. You are also probably noticing a few things. 1. I wrote ALOT about your brother while he was in my belly and once he was here. 2. I clearly don’t love you as much because I rarely post anything about you….and at this point you’ve been here for 3 whole months! Here’s the thing: #2 couldn’t be further from the truth. The real truth is that life was slower and much easier before we were juggling both of you. That’s just the reality of two under two. I’m sure there are mothers out there who have and will do it better than me. They probably have their baby books filled out each month. I just finished filling out the first page…. I’m functioning on just four hours of sleep a night and working full-time. And by the time I get home, get you both fed and bathed, and get your brother wore out enough to crash, it is 8:30. And then I exercise for a half hour, feed you again, and it’s 10. And the only thing I want to do by then is sit quietly on the couch and cuddle you, stroke your sweet baby cheeks and soak it ALL in.
You are special to me in all sorts of different ways from your brother. You are the best surprise I have and will ever have. I had accepted after your brother was born that we might not have any more children. It just wasn’t in the cards for us. Finding out you were happening was one of the most beautiful blessings of my life. When a blessing of that magnitude happens to you, it shakes you and wakes you up.
You, my sweet boy, have rounded out our family’s love story. Three months in and we are all so madly in love with you.
Just this morning we had laid you in the crib while we were getting ready for work. You still live in our room so your room is a hub of your furniture, our ironing board, miscellaneous toys of your brother’s and clothes of mine. Your father was ironing, and I was putting on makeup, and your brother was demanding we put him in the crib with you. He was hanging on the rails and exclaiming, “Help. Help. Help. Up. Up. Up.” I lifted him into your crib and he laid beside you, grabbed your hand, and started to sing, “Row, row your boat…” I’m fairly certain your father and I both melted a little while watching this family we have created exist in this perfect moment. I’m sure a few minutes later one or both of you were crying, and we were scrambling to get out the door with our sanity. But, in that moment, I saw how lucky and fortunate we are to have one another.
These days you are still mostly just sleeping and eating, but in between you give us the most contagious smiles and giggles. I live for those.
I love you.
People have commented to me that the second child gets neglected when it comes to the documentation, photographing, etc. because your time is now divided and scarce. That statement has proven more accurate than I initially believed.
When people ask how we are doing, I want to say, “We are taking it a day at a time.” I think Brandon and I would both say we have never experienced so much joy and fulfillment as we do with our boys. We would also say this is hardest thing we have ever done. Two under two is no joke. It’s certainly not for the faint of heart.
Noah has just crossed the three-month mark and he’s starting to transition out of the colic symptoms and the stomach troubles into a calmer, happier baby. We have finally witnessed laughing and long stretches of smiles. And he seems thoroughly amused by William. On the same token, William is starting to exhibit sibling jealousy and a need/want to be “the baby”. We are still learning how to negotiate that need, while encouraging William to be the big brother. Sometimes it’s hard to remember that William is really still a baby himself. He’s on the precipice of being a full-fledged toddler, but in many ways is still a baby.
Last week was my first back at work. It was an emotional roller coaster that I know will get easier with time. For now I’m just focusing on all the late night baby cuddles and early morning laughs to get me through.