Two Weeks

Dearest Oliver,


Today you are two weeks old.


Your being here feels so natural. So perfect. I can hardly remember what life was like before you came along. Our family is incredibly blessed to have you, and we know it.


Not much has changed in the last two weeks. You are more awake during the day and more sleepy at night. Hurray for both! You love to cuddle and nurse and nurse and cuddle. There is no schedule yet... I feed on demand and you catnap when the mood strikes.


You have beautiful hair. It's much darker than your siblings. Your eyes are a creamy milk chocolate with hints of navy. They sparkle. You have the longest fingers and feet I've ever seen on a baby. You inherited your daddy's cleft chin. Someday this will drive the ladies wild. You have cute button ears and long skinny legs. Your skin is heavenly. Your lips pink.


You nap in my arms. You squeeze my finger now. You poop pretty much constantly. You are mesmerized by ceiling lights. You travel well. You join us at the dinner table {thanks to an infant reclining seat}. You are starting to study Buby and Bleu with great intensity. You breathe heavy in your sleep. You like music and are not bothered by commotion.


You have such an agreeable nature. You communicate so well without speaking. You like your back rubbed. You don't mind sponge baths, though you shiver silly when wet. You love to be swaddled tight in fleece. You remind me a lot of Buby as a newborn. Sweet, content, as lovely as can be.


I am honored to be your mom, grateful for the opportunity and so looking forward to this journey with you. My little boy.