Thursday, August 21
Max turned 1 month old today and looking back at the past 4+ weeks, I have to join the ranks of millions of parents before me that say "the time goes so fast." It seems like just a moment ago we held him in our arms for the first time and spent a couple of restless nights in the hospital trying to prove to the nurses that we are going to be the responsible, responsive parents we hope to be.
But here we are, 31 days later, a few inches longer, a pound or more heavier (my best guess) and we're still trying to prove to ourselves that we are going to be the best parents we can be. The weight of each little decision, dash of formula, butt wipe consumed are compiling on the factors that will lead to his eventual success in this world. We can only hope that the decisions we're forced to make for him now are the ones that he'll love and respect us for years down the road.
Max and I spend our days together -- some of them seem longer than others. As we all do, Max has his fussier days and it seems as soon as I put him down to rest while I grab a bite to eat or pour another cup of coffee, he's blurping up or crying for some help for something or other...But I can honestly say that each of those days are just as gratifying as the calm, quiet days. I think it has to do with the fact that on fussier days -- we still come out smiling and happy at the end of the day. I can't help but be amazed at what must be going on in his body and mind each day as he either restfully conquers another day or vocally shares how difficult it is. Either way -- it's beautiful.
Wednesday, August 20
Monday, August 18
Monday, August 11
The Sylva Boys took a trip north to visit more family yesterday. The itinerary included great grandma, great aunt, uncle, auntie and cousins. It was a fantastic afternoon and I'm very thankful to my brother and Katie for hosting us.
Great Grandma was thrilled to be able to meet Max while he's still so tiny and a promise to make more visits soon. I have to say, though, the smile on Great Aunt Rita's face truly made my day. To see her 92 year old face come alive with excitement at the sight of the newest addition to her family was a moment of pure joy, true happiness. We stayed and visited until her 11:45 slotted lunch time rolled around. During our visit, Max was flexing his sneezer diaphragm (as he does quite frequently) and Aunt Rita made the comment "When you sneeze, that's the closest you get to death." Though the rest of us in the room felt it bit morbid, there wasn't a voice in the room that chose to argue with her 92 years of experience. Grandma preferred to stick with her rationale for the sneezes which was that Max was growing.
The remainder of the afternoon was spent with my brother's beautiful family. The kids did amazingly around their new cousin though the energy level was quite high. There were a few moments we thought Addy was going to stream roll Max... usually right after she demanded that he remain covered with his blankie and then proceeded to throw it at him. Oh.... kids.
To each their own.