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.