Months
Technically we could now refer to Caden in months, or month I suppose. Caden is officially, as of this past Saturday, one month old. Can you believe it??? It has been one month since those 31 hours of work and nine months of cooking before that brought us our baby boy. I know everyone says it goes fast, and blah, blah blah, but I truly cannot believe it has been a whole month! That being said, I am ecstatic that 4 weeks has gone by because that means that the house arrest we put ourselves under with him is over and we can join the world again!!!!! I never thought I would be so excited to go grocery shopping but I kind of miss the mundane simplicity of meandering the aisles for the evening’s dinner materials. Enough about that.
As you can tell from the picture, he has more than gained enough to be back to his birthweight. I think those Michelin man rolls on his arm there give you a hint of his appetite and at one month from his birthday, he successfully tipped the scales at 9 pounds 11 ounces, so ten pounds this week, here we come!
During Week 4 We Learned…
- I can eat any meal without actually chewing or tasting it. I’m thinking about joining one of those hot dog eating contests because I think I could give them a run for their money on 
the speed.
- That I would like someone to bathe me and massage me for 45 minutes to get me nice and relaxed to be tucked in. Oooohhh and the tucking in part. Any takers out there?
- Apparently you can use meat tenderizer to get “mother’s milk” stains out (it stains because of the protein). So, not only am I dairy cow, but I am a dairy cow who is being eyed for a steak. (That is rare that cows have a double specialty.) Maybe I should throw a little Lawry’s seasoning salt in the washer too and make my laundry and them myself even more appetizing.
- Even if you just fed him, if you are trying to get out the door, he is going to wake up and be hungry.
- Babies make everyone extremely generous, and the generosity just keeps coming.
- If you want him to spit up, hand him to Colter…he loves to spit up on his Dad. He loves to projectile spit up on Mom. Either way it is a winning situation right? I mean one of us thinks its funny for the other so at least there is some entertainment provided by the baby vomit.