Dear Asher,
You are ONE month old! This simply does not seem possible. One very short month ago, I kept myself up at night worrying that my intense indescribable love for your sister would shadow my love for you. And boy is my face red. Ever since the moment that the nurse brought you into the room and put you in my arms, I have been possessed by an intense indescribable love for YOU. There are so many nights were I stay up (and sleep in scarce and sacred these days) and just stare at how gorgeous you are. Those first few weeks I just couldn’t get over how small you were. But don’t worry – small is not the word for you anymore. You have gained 4 pounds 12ozs these past four weeks. And you have sadly lost all your little baby fuzz so you kind of resemble Elmer Fudd at the moment. Google him… (If there even is a google, when you read this).
At this moment in time, you basically do normal baby things. Eat, poop, sleep. Repeat. You have an hour here or there that you are awake and looking around, but for the most part, you sleep. Oh and you make all these cute little R2-D2 noises. I would do a like and dislike list, but you don’t really have any dislikes at the moment other than the swaddle. You like to be free to move little man. That is what we are calling you at the moment – little man.
I love you more words can begin to express.
Mommy
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