...not this month anyway.
--I can. It's been possibly the longest month of my life. A great month, but a loooong month.
"Where has the time gone? He's one month old already!"
--I know where the time has gone. Lots of sleep lost and lots and lots of feeding the baby. Sweet moments that I do cherish, don't get me wrong, but it is quite the adjustment.
Well... that's about it.
Because all the other cliche things about how they change so fast and how I want him to stay this little and cuddly forever are absolutely and completely true.
I never expected to enjoy the newborn stage as much as I have.
I love snuggling with him, and I love how easy he is to just cart around to stores, restaurants, etc.
I love how he knows who I am, and even if I am just a milkmaid to him right now,
I love that he stops crying for me when I scoop him up into my arms.
So put all those cliches in your pipe and smoke it. I love my little cuddly guy, and it's been quite the month.