Harold is aging at an alarming rate. That’s right, our son is now 1 month old and already showing signs of getting even older. He spent the last night letting us know exactly where he was and that he didn’t really know what he wanted (but he wanted something, that’s for sure), basically keeping us on our toes.
He has definitely taken control of our little home and rules with an iron fist.
We have, however, reached a happy balance in which everyone can enjoy their days together, at least, when everyone gets what they want. Harold is in very little control of his needs right now, as most newborns simply need what they need when they need it: sleep, food, changing, attention… and the list grows daily. The cats aren’t getting as much time with us as they used to but they don’t seem too upset by this. As you can see good reader, they take their moments where they can.
Elísabet needs her rest, which she gets when Harold is kind enough to grant it. I need to finish this next week of work, after which I will go on paternity leave and have the opportunity to be a little more helpful around the house. I look forward to it.
Harold has enjoyed many new things in his first month, including trips to the grocery store, visits from family friends (both local and all the way from Africa), meeting possible playmates and travelling to his Grandparents’ home. Between naps, baths, meals and changings he’s grown and grown, now more than 5 kilos and rapidly outgrowing clothes that are made for 3-4 month olds.
And we couldn’t be happier. This last month has been both the longest and shortest for our family. Hard to believe that a whole month has passed since Harold Paul Peter came into our lives, yet at the same time we’ve been with him for every moment of his entire life.
Hard to believe that the best is yet to come.