Rapidly closing in on 8 weeks of babyhood. The major headline this week: he now coos and smiles occasionally! This is when things start getting better for me; I enjoy my babies much more once they smile. He's doing well at night too, generally going 6 hours for the early stretch, though unfortunately that stretch starts at 8pm. I know there will be regressions but I can just begin to see a light at the end of the sleeping tunnel. Hallelujah.
Poor little guy has already had two colds, both brought home by his brother from daycare. Baby sneezes and baby coughs are so adorable and so, so sad! This is yet another difference between covid and non-covid babies: Jonah wasn't sick at all until he was about 6 months old, even after he started daycare. Though of course he just caught everything later on, and is still catching everything. But it hits different when they are so little.
I cannot believe that Thanksgiving is next week. How is it not still October? Speaking of illness: last Thanksgiving we cooked an huge meal and I baked two pies and Josh and I both came down with a terrible stomach flu. Fortunately for Josh he started feeling ill before he ate anything. Unfortunately for me, I did not. The charming experience of puking up Thanksgiving dinner appears to have put me off the holiday entirely. I have no desire to do anything this year except order takeout. (Or maybe it's just that I have an infant?)
Weirdly, I have become less and less into holidays since I've had kids. I feel like it's supposed to be the reverse? Maybe once they are older it will feel more like fun and less like an enormous hassle. I keep seeing all these ads for matching family holiday pjs and it makes me feel as though I am visiting from another planet. Do people really spend money on matching pjs and then wear them together? This was not a thing people did before social media, right??
