Miles was born (over) one month ago now.
As a blogger, I suppose I'm supposed to commemorate this somehow.
He's a good baby.
He likes to snuggle, he likes his bouncer, and he likes rocking in the rocking chair.
He hates pooping.
. . . but he is very advanced in his farting.
It honestly sounds like a grown-up fart.
Like, a sound-effect for a stupid kids' show kind of grown-up fart. Impressive.
Today, he (accidentally) blew his first raspberry, too. I know--he's talented.
We're very proud.
He is strong: he's been lifting his head since he was one day old. Now, he enjoys tummy time so he can work on his planks and mountainclimbers. No pain, no gain.
Let's look back, though . . .
He was a puffy baby.
With surprisingly Asian-y eyes.
But he was nonchalant about it all.
Then, he grew up a little bit.
And then, some more. So, here's our big one-month-old! (So serious.)
Also, it was a busy month besides. We moved to a new apartment when he was 2 weeks old (because we're crazy, and mashochists). That kind of threw off the groove we'd been pretending we had, but we're sort of getting back into it now. It was crazy--he didn't sleep much, and he was pretty grumpy. But, we have finally (somewhat) settled in, at least to a certain level of functionality.
The other thing that happened was . . . Miles got a brand new cousin!
Asa (son to my bro and SIL) was born on July 5th, after making lots of trouble for his momma. We are going to FORCE these two to be best friends. DO IT, or else, kiddos.
It's hard to believe that it's already been a month. Pretty soon, he'll be needing that college fund. So . . . I guess we should get on top of setting that up . . .