One Month Old

This is freaking me out. Nolan has been here for a month already. A MONTH. How the heck did that happen?! It seems like we just got home from the hospital yesterday (well, it doesn't really seem that way--otherwise I would still be high as a kite on Percocet...). Honestly, though, it feels like Nolan has always been here--and maybe that's because from the moment we saw "Pregnant" flash on the little pee stick in February, we pretty much knew what to expect. I've said it before, and I haven't changed my mind--overall our transition to a family of four has been pretty smooth. That's not to say we haven't had our little bumps in the road, but I was expecting things to be much more difficult. I didn't expect Aiden to be So. In. Love. with Nolan; I didn't expect Nolan to eat so well; I didn't expect him to sleep so well; I didn't expect to have nearly five weeks of my maternity leave complete already. It's going too fast.

As I used to do with Aiden, I'll be taking Nolan's monthly picture with his bear Aiden made him & listing his stats. At one month old, Nolan:

--is a CHAMP at holding his head up; it's rare that I need to offer him support. He's got Aiden's sense of curiosity for sure.
--LOVES to eat; he sure doesn't seem to have any problem packing on the pounds. And you could set a clock to his feeding; he'll start fussing every three hours on the button!
--is chubbing up; he'll have an official weigh-in at his one-month checkup tomorrow, but I wouldn't be surprised if he's gained over two pounds since last we saw Dr. Brown.
--is a pretty good sleeper. His feeding schedule is the same overnight--every three hours--so with Mike & I taking turns to get up, each of us gets at least 6 decent hours of sleep at night. I call that a victory!
--has a few nicknames: Beanie, Mr. Bean, Grumpy Bear, Nolan-Shmolan (courtesy of Aiden), and Buddy-boy.
--is probably going to be blue-eyed and blond-haired like his brother; I can already see him lightening up. *SIGH* Neither of my kids is going to look like me. And I thought those were the recessive genes...
--is not a fan of pacifiers. I know this is a good thing in the long run, but it would be nice to be able to use the "baby plug" once in awhile, especially since he usually skips fussing and goes straight to screaming.
--already is a bit of a smiler, without gas to initiate it. :)

To sum it all up, we're pretty smitten. Being a mom of two definitely has its challenges, but I wouldn't change a thing. :) Until next month...