Here are some photos from Jonah's first week of life. He is a very sweet baby. As you can see.
He was even thoughtful enough to bring Ambrose and Asher a present. Craft supplies to be exact.
I call him stupid things like: Monchichi, JoJo, Mister-Mister and other eye-roll inducing terms of confusing endearment.
I am crazy paranoid that he will get sick and so I keep him indoors all the time. Like, I don't go anywhere and if I do-- I do it quick and leave him with Linda or Thomas or my mom when she was here. I will breathe a little easier when he turns 2 months and has his Pertussis vaccination.
He still has a ton of thick, dark hair and I don't know if he will keep it, but we love it!
He takes bottles easily so we usually give him one of pumped milk from me or formula at bedtime to see if it will hold him off a little because he is the hungriest hippo I've ever met.
He is precious, sweet, sweet, and did I mention precious? I am madly in love. I'm glad that he and I get special, quiet, bonding time together each day when the boys are at school. It feels sacred and whenever Asher or Ambrose have to stay home sick I am happy to take care of them, but always a little sad that I can't hold Jonah all day and rub my lips in his soft hair and sniff him for six uninterrupted hours.
We are crazy about our Jonah!