toofless grin

And yesterday he smiled at us, really smiled. Not the "I'm running through my rolodex of facial expressions while asleep smile" but a "I see you, I know you, I think I might like it out here smile". And then he started crying again until we got on the bouncy ball.

He always weighs in at a whooping 8 pounds 3 ounces at his four week birthday, meaning that he has gained over a pound since birth. Yay! I means I'm not underfeeding him or overfeeding him, which I am convinced I am doing either one or the other several times a day. He is actually thriving. Bizarre, considering I am horribly under qualified for this job.

Sleeping is still hit or miss. Some nights he is our little angel, waking up to nurse like a piglet and then falling back asleep in a puddle of milk. Other nights require 90 minutes of bouncy ball to get him back to sleep. In general we are rested, considering I haven't slept longer than 2 hours straight in over a month.

And he poops in the sink. He is very talented.