time has just flown by since your birth three short weeks ago, my big boy. it seems like you have been a part of our family for much, much longer than that and although i still feel like half a person, i am amazed by how much my body has healed thus far.

i just want to jot down some facts about you before they fade away in a sleep deprived fog.
* boys sure are different than girls. in the first week home, we did 5 whole loads of laundry. loads of
only your little boy laundry.
* on the subject of boys and girls, crawford, you have already peed on your big sister. this caused her great distress. she walked over to me with a pitiful look and a few little droplets on her face, exclaiming that you "sprinkled on her". although i don't want this to become a habit, i have to admit that i was fighting back the laughter (and not doing a very good job at it).
* you are a frantic and fast eater. as in you are done and full in 10-18 minutes. i have to break the latch to burp you at least 3 times during each feeding. during those brief breaks, you fuss a bit and bob and thrash your head and sometimes your whole body all around with your cute little mouth open as if a nipple is going to magically appear if you just move around enough. the burps that come out of your tiny body are amazingly ginormous. you nurse about every 4 hours. i sometimes wake you during the day so you can nurse closer to every 3 hours.
* two words. spit up. crawford, you are a spitter. i don't think i've fed you one single time when you didn't spit up just a little. most of the time, it is moderate. sometimes, it seems like you have spit every single thing up. the nurse said it has to do with how quickly you eat and i would imagine that you are also just like your mommy with eyes bigger than your little stomach. kirsten reminded me to feed you in an almost sitting up position and that has helped. i've never understood why some babies always wear a bib. now i do.
* you are so noisy!! you sound like a purring kitten half the time and grunt and groan most of the rest. it's sometimes hard to sleep through (not for your daddy).
* with a name like crawford, i've had a tough time coming up with nicknames i like. the ones we use now have absolutely nothing to do with your actual name. like peaches, for example. billy commented on how tiny your little bottom is during one of the earlier diaper changes. that it barely has a crack in it and looks like a little peach. this cracked me up and has stuck. we also call you our big guy, little booger, big fella and big boy although you remain tiny in our eyes.
* speaking of tiny, most of your clothes just swallow you. we expected another big ole baby and are thankful that some of the clothes friends have graciously let us borrow are size newborn. most size 0-3 month clothes are still too big and you almost disappear in the gowns we keep putting you in. hopefully, you will bulk up soon enough to fit into all of the wintery size 3-6 months clothes i bought you.
* you still sleep a ton, although i'm pretty certain that is completely normal. you usually bless us with 4 to 5 1/2 hours between nightly feedings. not that we get to sleep all of those hours as it usually takes you a minimum of 30 minutes to fall asleep after each meal (plus, we have to keep you upright in an effort to minimize the spitting up). you have yet to repeat the whole i'm not going to settle down until 4:00 a.m. which makes us pretty happy. i try to keep you awake during the day but admittedly, that's really hard.
* like your beloved big sister, crawford, you are loud! your cry sounds almost identical to bailey's at this age.
* my sweet baby boy, we all simply adore you. you have made us all so happy and we are trying to cherish this time with you. thus far, you are a good baby. i feel like i already know your different cries and i'm able to distinguish what you need when you are upset. you can thank your sister for breaking us in. i am a much more confident mom this time around and it feels nice to not be so entirely clueless.
* even with baby acne, i think you are beautiful, in a tough, manly sort of way of course.