sixteen weeks

Two words: growth spurt. Holy cow the end of this week Knox was a crazed eating machine. One second I thought I was starving him to death, the next I felt like his poor body might explode from all he was eating. The uncertainty - and all the sudden baby freak-outs - sent my stress through the roof. We ended the week on a good note though - today he settled back into a scheduled rhythm and wasn't literally trying to bite my head off every hour due to supposed hunger. He continues to refuse to sleep like a normal child during the day, requiring high maintenance conditions as if he were royalty. It's exhausting. But then I remind myself the kid is sleeping 12 hours at night, so there's that. Also is separation anxiety really a thing this early?? For Knox, yes. He is working that sad, bottom lip like it's his job.

fifteen weeks

Knox's life consists mostly of spitting up everything he eats. I mean, it's so bad. Fortunately, he doesn't flinch and isn't phased a bit. I, on the other hand, could really use a break from catching vom in my hand, cleaning barfed-on wicker chairs with a Q-tip, ruining clothes, and doing wash nonstop. Let the good times roll.

So freaking cute though.

happy birthday, surrey

Just a few photos from Surrey's endless birthday celebrations. She looks so old in some of these - like a little girl, not a toddler. She's got the attitude and the sentence structure to go with it. Although in her old age (or because she's gone through a thousand transitions in such a short time) she's taken on a bolder, more defiant personality, she really is lovely. We just love her so much. She's so imaginative and is generally kind and helpful. She's becoming quite a jokester and is quite smart. He may be traumatized at times, but she also really loves her brother. I get a little scared we're screwing her up or that the recent lack of attention is doing her a big disservice. This parenting stuff is hard work. Also, she's still not potty trained. I'm too lazy. Parenting fail.

In other news she has become obsessed with princesses, leaving her poor stuffed and figurine animals in the dust. She asks us all day if she is beautiful and if she is lovely as she prances around in dresses and capes. Of course, sweet girl.

fourteen weeks

Knox is really getting into the holiday spirit with this scared, Halloween-y face. Good man, Knox. Let's hope you're a rule follower, unlike your older sister. 

Here comes a big jinx. Knox has slept through the night four nights in a row! It's amazing what happens when I let go of the idea that there is one single right way to do newborn sleep and kill myself striving to find it, and instead just go with what works for us. We feed him around 7pm and now all of a sudden he's dropped the 2am-ish feeding and can make it til 6am-ish. We have Jeremiah go in as the first defense in the night so that smelling me doesn't send Knox down the hunger path (thank you pediatrician for opening our eyes to this miraculous plan). Once we get the swaddle down to a science we'll really be in the money. Last night he was up several times due to arms flailing free. He can't handle it. We even use those overpriced velcro swaddler things to help with the tightness, but he's so dang strong - not to mention a violent sleeper. Put the two together and it's an deadly, unswaddled combo.

In other news, he may or may not have had his first traumatic experience when dressed tightly as a pinata for Halloween. Poor guy.