Seth 6 weeks old

Dear Seth,

Today I have been your mama for 6 weeks! I can't believe how time flies. You are forever keeping me guessing - mainly guessing "how long is he going to sleep this time??" It would be so great to know if it is going to be 20 minutes, like this morning, or 2 1/2 hours like yesterday afternoon. Then I would know if I should even bother trying to take a nap. It seems like if I try to take a nap it pretty much guarantees you won't sleep even an hour so maybe it's better if I just learn to function on less sleep. We actually are getting on a little more of a schedule these days. I can pretty much count on getting you to bed for good by 10pm, and then daddy gives you a bottle when he gets home from work, usually by 1am. Then you're usually ready for another nibble around 4-5am. Unfortunately after that I don't usually get to go back to sleep. Here's the thing - you don't poop much at night anymore. This is nice because diaper changes are fewer and faster. However, the other unfortunate side effect is that it seems to make you very uncomfortable because around 6am or so you start grunting and moaning and groaning and whimpering so loudly that one of us (usually me) has to wake you up and comfort you until you POOP. Once you get that done you are SO much happier. This morning I got up with you at 7am and had a staring contest with you in the bouncer until you finally pooped at 9:30am. Then you promptly passed out after I got you into a clean diaper. I'm so excited to read this letter to your girlfriend someday.

Yesterday you got a bath. You seem to like your baths, you have not cried once and you lay there very still and calm looking around. You don't get baths more than a couple times a week right now. I compromise by changing your clothes a lot and spot cleaning. It's fun to play dress up with you, trying out all your new outfits. Your drawers are full of 3-6 month clothes now and they all fit just fine. I have decided that hoods on baby clothes for the most part are a serious design flaw. We weighed you yesterday on the scale here at home and you were 12.6 lbs. Holy Moly. I measured you too and you were about 22.5 inches. The reason I measured you is because I am applying for your passport. Can you believe you need a passport of your own at this age? And that it costs $85?! Rules are rules I guess, and you'll need that passport so I can take you up to the Great White North to see your great-grandpa, who is turning 95 in April. That will be an interesting trip. You and me and grandpa in the car for 10 hours, whoopiee! I'm hoping you will sleep most of the way. Soon after we get home from Canada I will have to go back to work :( Boo! But I am sure you will have fun times with daddy in the mornings.

You are SO CLOSE to smiling! I know it is going to be any day now. In fact, yesterday you were really practicing while mommy and daddy both stared at you and cheered you on. Your mouth made a definite smile shape - but the expression on your face was like "am I doing it right?" So cute! Maybe today will be the day. If not, I look forward to any other surprises you decide to pull on me.

Love, Mama