It is hard to believe that today you are one month old. It seems like just yesterday that I was a cranky pregnant lady wishing you would come out and meet us already. You arrived in a flurry of chaos (still meaning to write out your birth story) and it seems like the last month has been more of the same, but of course in a good way.
My days at home with you are oh so sweet. Sure there are days when you cry and I can't figure out what you want which makes momma crazy. I've found that there are just times that I have to indulge you on your only request of napping on my chest for hours on end in order to calm you down, but it's OK because I love those times too. I love hearing the door open at night though, to see your daddy come into the house and make a bee-line to wherever you are. I love watching him love you up and gladly hand you over for some much needed daddy-daughter time.
Although the last four weeks have been spent doing alot of sleeping, eating and pooping... you are also up to some other amazing things. I'm not quite sure how, but you've been lifting your head up on your own since about week 2. The people that have had babies before marvel at this and say how it's so early, but since you're all we know, I just like to think of it as you being a wonder woman already. You've found your hands already as well and when they're not in your mouth, they are pushing the bottle away when we're trying to feed you. Your little chubby legs are equally as strong, pushing away on me when we play.
Every day has been an adventure with you my love. From the first few days when Daddy and I spent hours in our hospital room just staring at you, to bringing you home with the simple goal of "just trying to keep the baby alive", we have come a long way. I still catch myself staring at you when you sleep or look around and explore and can't wait to see what else there is to come.