Ok. Lets be honest...
Beck is actually one month and a few days but I was slacking and missed the 6th of June, though I have no idea what I was doing...here's betting it involved my son and cuddles or my daughter and swimming.
That seems to cover my lovely days.
But back to Beck and this sweet milestones. He has proven himself the most contentedly happy baby I have ever birthed much less seen. He is happy in my arms, happy in the car, happy in his swing, happy in his bouncer, happy awake and happy asleep. He has given me a 6 hr stretch of sleep every night since we came home from the hospital and he eats 4 oz about every 4 hrs throughout the day. When Beck is awake he has the biggest and most alert blue eyes I have seen and he began giving us small smiles at about 3 weeks old...he will only truly cry when he is hungry and being forced to wait and even that cry actually sounds like "huh-uh, huh-uh, huh-uh" and makes me smile.
Physically, Beck was back up to his birth weight at 1 week old and had already almost put on an inch which leaves his super short parents scratching their heads. His hair remains strawberry blonde and his baby acne came and went blessedly quickly. And he has the sweetest little knees you ever could see.
Spitting up continues to be an issue and we are concerned that he will think his name is "Oh Beck" for all the times he hears us say that as we notice him spitting up. Yet again. It's crazy-ville, I tell you. But he is the happiest spitter and we are just trying out new positions, new formulas and new ideas as we hear of them.
So here is my firstborn son. Beck has been a joy to my weary soul since the moment I knew of his conception ...and he continues to sooth me. I'm thankful he is so happy as I am so happy to have had the honor of holding him here for this month and pray fervently for many more.