Took these photos of Wyatt yesterday (Tuesday), which was his 7-week mark. Time is passing so quickly, and the only solution I've come up with is to be that mom who takes too many photos so I can remember this time always. Life is so good right now. I know there are exciting things ahead (first steps, first giggles, first words), but 7-week Wyatt is pretty spectacular.
He's turned back into an awesome napper (it was a little dicey there for a week or two...), his smiles make me feel like the luckiest girl on the planet, he still eats every 3 hours round the clock, his cheeks are soft & juicy and obviously an absolute dream, I'm obsessed with his "reddish" hair & the little look he always gives with his furrowed brow, I love to kiss his nose and his neck and he prefers to be held upright over your shoulder. Everyone comments on how alert he is, and I love when he looks right at me with his beautiful navy blue eyes. I am crushing pretty hard on this little boy of mine.
Stay 7 weeks forever, Wyatt?