Things are crazy. Crazy good, but crazy, nonetheless. My sleep deprivation has been taken to an unprecedented high, my hair is generally disheveled, and I consider it a good day when I eat breakfast before noon.
The culprit of my new lifestyle? This little guy.
Please welcome the newest member of the TR family: Ethan.
He’s tiny, he’s a bit squirmy, and he spits up on most of my clothes (which, let’s face it, consist solely of pajamas or sweatpants and hoodies). In my opinion, he’s perfect.
Ethan was born on September 1st at 6 lbs 13 ozs after a quick and easy delivery in Greenwich, CT. (I can’t believe he’ll be one month tomorrow!)
(P.S. Don’t you adore the framed birth announcement?! His aunties gifted that to us last week.)
Here are some lessons I’ve learned in the last four weeks:
– Changing diapers is about speed and efficiency.
– I can do almost anything one-handed.
(Just like his name implies — Ethan means ‘strong’ — our guy has crazy strength in his head, neck, and legs. He’s been lifting his head up since day one, and takes every opportunity to climb up our stomachs when he’s upright. Little overachiever.)
– Running errands is no longer simple.
– A child (specifically, our son) wants to eat or be held only during the following times: when we’re about to go to sleep, when we have to pee, as soon as we sit down to eat, when the phone rings, or when Jackson escapes outside and one of us has to go catch him. Well played, Ethan.
Don’t you worry, the good definitely outweighs the bad. Our little guy has brought so much happiness into our lives already, and we’ve barely just begun our journey as parents.
The hardest challenge for me, personally, has been breast feeding. We’ve encountered our fair share of obstacles, but I’m hoping we’re finally out of the woods. (Why doesn’t anyone ever tell you how hard this is? Or that a breast feeding mom’s life now revolves completely around a nursing schedule.) Thankfully, Ethan can sleep through pretty much anything, so even though our time spent away from the house is limited (I’m not ready to breast feed in public yet), we’re still able to enjoy a meal out or a stroll around town as long as it’s in between feedings.
I haven’t done much in terms of cooking, but now that the majority of our visitors have gone, I imagine that will change. And hello, fall is here! I’m so excited to begin cooking our fall favorites! I feel as if I went to bed last night and the leaves were still green, but when I woke up this morning everything had changed. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: there is no greater season than fall.
In addition to planning out menus filled with butternut squash, sage, and cinnamon, I am dying to take Ethan to a pumpkin patch. We also want to go apple picking, eat fresh apple cider donuts (perhaps this one should be reserved for mom and dad), and get a new bottle of Vermont maple syrup. In other words, we need to plan a mini vacay into Western Mass asap!
Until then, I’ll be here. Cuddling the cutest little boy ever. And savoring every minute.