I like Ezra. He is cute and fun and makes me smile a lot. I love him. He makes my heart melt into a million pieces. When I am cranky because he kept me up all night he gives me one of his big huge smiles and then it’s okay that I have been up all night. Sort of, anyway.
The funny thing about babies is that they change so quickly. That trick to put him to sleep last week doesn’t work at all this week. When Ezra and I first met we had to get used to each other a little bit. We were both new at this. Now Ezra knows me pretty well. But me- well every time I think I have figured out something about him he changes it up on me. This is probably a good thing because it keeps me guessing. But it is also slightly annoying. Because yesterday that was his favorite toy and today it makes him cry. Go figure.
I worry that I will forget about what Ezra is like because he changes so often. I worry that one day I won’t remember any of this because I am so sleep-deprived. That it will all be one big blur. It already feels like the last 4 months have been a blur. How did my tiny, precious 8lb baby become a 15lb 2 foot tall bundle of laughter and movement? I don’t even know. Actually, that’s not true. I do know: lots and lots of breastmilk. Because the one thing about Ezra that hasn’t ever changed is that he likes to eat a lot. Every 1 1/2 to 2 hours around the clock.
Here he is just a few days old
And here he is just a few days ago at 4 months old