Ahh...three weeks. I remember this as being the magical time when the adrenal rush fades, the cards and congrats start to peter out, and some serious sleep deprivation sets in. Yep, yep, and yep. (Although we've had a whole lot of kindness come our way. Our freezer still has meals in it and we've had a lot of attention from friends and family.) But I am running on low. The hubby is back to work and the little guy just wants to eat all the time. I know, I know, it's what they do...it just leaves so little time for anything else.
But look at my little helpers! Singing and swaying. So adorable. (In reality, I was hovering over with 'careful' and 'be gentle' and the like. Hopefully I'll settle down and actually let them help a lot more in the future.)
My little man is more awake more often, making lots of coos and gurgles (and still some gags and whatnot from a bit of reflux, hoping that works itself out soon). He's in the throws of baby acne, and mostly I'd rather get creative than get with an airbrush, but I did try my hand at it some in these last three photos. I'd rather not, partly because it bothers me and partly because I don't know how to do it well! Perhaps someday I'll get photoshop and learn some sort of proper editing. For now, I'm content to get through the day without being peed or pooped on.