Babymoon

Brooks is now 1 month old.  At 3 weeks I had to pack away his 0-3 month clothes, and just like that he's in 3-6 months clothes and size 2 diapers.  He's not as chubby as Preston, but he is very long.  Why does pregnancy go SO slow, and the newborn stage go by so fast?  It doesn't seem fair.  We love Brooks, and I'm a lucky mom to have such a good baby.  Brooks looks just like Michael did as a baby except with darker features.  I think I'm going to have another curly haired boy.  Brooks loves the swing, loves to eat, loves his family, and we love him!

We seem to be adjusting pretty well with 3 boys.  Life goes on pretty quickly with number 3.  Really, who even has time to adjust?  Preston is cutting his molars, I'm trying to potty-train him, and he is resisting naps every single day (he has upgraded himself to the crib tent).  I refuse to let him stop taking a nap!  Today he hooped and hollered for over an hour before finally falling asleep.  Preston was such a laid back baby that I never thought he'd be so independent, but he wants to do everything on his own, and is very defiant about it.  Preston spends his days playing with Legos, talking up a storm, and fighting/rough housing/wrestling with Michael.  Preston still gets the raw end of the deal with Michael, but we keep warning Michael that one day Preston will be bigger then he is.    

Michael is loving pre-school, and he thinks he gets to go to Kindergarten next year when his cousins go.  He doesn't believe me when I tell him he still has almost 2 years left before he can go.  We both wish pre-school was every morning.  Michael is a big handful for me at home, but when he goes to preschool he somehow turns into an angel child (not when it's my turn to teach though), and the moms tell me he is excellent week after week.  Last week when I ended up in tears over a bad day I was having with Michael, Kyle reminded me to count my blessings that Michael is a good boy for other people.  I guess that's true, I'd rather have my child be difficult for me and good for other people, but sometimes, I do wish he took it a little easier on me.  Michael is such a good big brother to Brooks, and is very helpful.  He is always willing to hold Brooks, go get a pacifier, grab the diapers and wipes, and report if Brooks has a dirty diaper.   

Yesterday I decided to put make-up on, perfume, and jewelry because I know I'm getting in a post-baby winter rut where days and days go by when I don't leave the house and have no reason to really get ready.  When Michael woke up from his nap he took one look at me, and said "Mom, you look so so so cute! Where are we going?"  He always makes sure to give me compliments when he thinks I look nice.  Then about an hour later he decided to go play outside.  Before he went out he wanted to brush his teeth, put armpit smelly stuff on (Kyle's deodorant), and fix his hair with my curl cream.  He never volunteers to brush his teeth, and never wants me to fix his hair.  I asked him why he was doing all of those things just to play outside and he told me it was because I looked cute, and he wanted to too.   

I really am a lucky lady, aren't I?