Dear Baby Alexa,
Eight weeks old. This has been the shortest long week of your little life so far. Short because days and nights are running into each other. Long because you don't sleep. Yep, I said it. You are becoming THAT CHILD. The one who is super sensitive to sound, light and has a superhuman ability to know the exact second Mommy has snuck off to pee. Mommy and Daddy are delirious from sleep deprivation, but just when we think we can't take another minute of your fussiness you up and smile at us. And not just a tiny
I'm a baby and babies smile smile. I'm talking full-on, gums-glaring happiness. We aren't sure whether it's glee over pushing Mommy and Daddy to the limits or whether you're just happy to see us (as if you haven't seen us for hours and hours and hours on end). Whichever ... it still melts us immediately to see that smile. So bravo, little one. You've cracked the code to Mommy-Daddy crankiness. Now will you sleep already?
Things you love: laughing when we rub your little chin, your hands, when Mommy sings a song for you in the morning, going for walks in your Moby wrap, being naked, scratching your cute face (stop it!)
Things you hate: sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep
Xoxo,
Mommy