Last weekend I got out the bags and boxes marked “3-6 mo” to rummage out some sleepers that would fit Spud. He had outgrown the feet in almost all the 0-3 mo, and just straight up didn’t fit many of them. This weekend I’m going to swap out all the clothes, as some of the 3-6 mo ones are fitting nicely/almost snugly. Spud will be two months old mid next week.
Last night we moved the basinette out and the crib in. Spud slept pretty well. He had a hard time settling after his first wake up around 2am. He has discovered his hands and sucks on them really noisily both awake and asleep right now, often hitting himself in the face and waking up, so that is annoying. (He haaaaaates being swaddled, we’ve tried). After two rounds of doze-face palm-cry-soothe, I took him to bed intending to snuggle him til he was a bit more asleep and try again, but then dozed off with him on me for two hours (I was aware this was happening but too dozey to want to get up). Spud slept all his other stretches in the crib with no issues.
He is still so little but also so big! My inaccurate scale says he weighs 13.7 lbs (with a cloth diaper on). I was unexpectedly emotional putting him in the crib. I know him getting bigger is the goal, and that easier times will come with this growth, but it is hard to believe his tiny self has changed so much.
To continue the post title, you’ve got to make the moment last*.
* apparently the correct lyrics are “make the morning last” but that is not what I have sung for the past 20 years, so…