Anyway, I loved my last birthday, and have spent the year betwixt dreading this latest birthday. It's a classic case of "But I can't be THAT old!" mixed with "But I was 18 a few minutes ago!" Besides the number, I have to admit that my mostly ignored biological clock was ticking a louder than usual, and at one point last August I said to Drewbles that I had passed the point where it would be possible to have a baby before The Birthday. (Of course, little did I know that the Speck was on his way, with an ETA a mere 8 days after my own birthday. Clever little Speck, sneaking in so close to the deadline.)
Even with the Speck on the way I still found plenty of time to fret about my birthday, and before I knew it, Doomsday was upon me. But, do you know, it is really hard to think about your age (or anything else) when you know you're having a baby in the morning. And it is really hard to think about your age once you have a baby in your house. And then when you do think about it, it's like "...oh yeah." So, I guess it's not such a big deal really. Still, I'm not going to write it out.
But enough about me and my age, our CAG is a month old this very day! He is a delightful little thing and growing all the time (I hope [*is paranoid*]). He might not do much beyond the necessities of life, but what he does delights and amuses us. Even at 3 AM! Such a skilled child.
Here, have some pictures:
He's so delicate with his hands.
We keep trying to get a good smiling picture!
Just hanging out in his nightie.
Just hanging out in his onesie.
You can never have too many sleeping pictures!
"Oh dear, oh dear, whatever shall I do?"
I really like this nightie...
I love his little half-moon eyes! Hah!
He sees all!
(For any curious parties, he likes a binky sometimes. Other times not at all.)
Happy month birthday, young one!