I can't believe three weeks have already gone by. I guess thats what happens when you don't sleep - everything becomes a blur and you lose track of the day and time. Pierce is a happy baby, as long as he is eating, next to a warm body, or sleeping. However, if he is awake and not doing one of the three, he gets fussy. Its okay though, cause when he does get fussy Drake rushes to his aid, trying to force a pacifier into his mouth or whack him on the head with a toy car (I'm not sure why he thinks that would make him happy?). Drake is doing a good job of keeping me on my toes, making sure he isn't allowed to do either if the little guy starts to cry.
A hundred times a day I think to myself, how do women do this and maintain their sanity? Luckily I have a wonderful husband, cause thats the only way I know I'll be able to do it...
Here are some pictures of my babies.
Yesterday Pierce went in for his one month checkup. He weighed in at 11lbs 12oz, almost 3 pounds heavier than he was at birth! He measured 22 1/2 inches long, which puts him in the 85% percentile for length and 95% for weight. However, his head measurement is only in the 45% percentile. He measures the exact same as his big brother, looks like I got another chubbers.
