Two Weeks

Already two weeks with Thatcher! The newborn stage goes so quickly…he is already growing out of a few newborn jammies and his little body isn’t quite as froggy as it was last week. He looks a lot like Lincoln- everyone comments that he is a little clone- and he is. But I see some Isabelle in there! His face is a little rounder than Lincoln’s… his skin color isn’t quite as light as Linc’s but not as dark as Isabelle’s. He definitely has Izzie’s hairline, that window’s peak is hard to miss. It’s hard to compare him to Max, I don’t see a lot of similarities between the two boys. We knew Max so briefly it’s hard to imagine what he would have looked like a few days or weeks after birth.

Thatcher weighed 8 pounds, 6 ounces at our appointment last week. He eats every 3 hours, sometimes stretching it to 4 or 5 hours at night if we are lucky. Thatch is SUCH A GOOD BABY. His favorite hobbies include sleeping, eating, and waiting for a clean diaper before filling it up. I mentioned that my family went to Disneyland last week and it was just me and the baby for six whole days. I’m going to be honest, it was glorious. We slept, binge watched a lot of tv, and I held that baby as MUCH as I wanted without feeling guilty that I was neglecting my kids/household duties. I didn’t have to do any pick ups or drop offs- we went to target a few times and even snuck into TJ Maxx and that was it. I spent a lot of time just staring at his tiny baby toes and his soft cheeks and feeling his fluffy little head and being so thankful for his safe and healthy arrival.

It was so nice to have some time to get to know this little baby. I feel like I KNOW him, like how on earth did we exist as a family before he came? I’ve been a little emotional- I knew I would be. Enjoying all these special moments with Thatcher makes me miss them with Max even more. Lots of tears, happy and sad, and that’s okay. Isabelle continues to love on him while Lincoln is just happy he is out of my body and I can pick things up off the floor again. It’s been four years since I’ve had a newborn at home and it’s definitely an adjustment. The lack of sleep can really be brutal… two or three hour stretches around the clock, I just don’t feel quite myself and that’s okay. The good news is that I can fall asleep anywhere, anytime, anyplace.

We’ve been so lucky to have Jazz home with us since Thatcher was born. I know most families don’t get that luxury and it’s been SO NICE for him to be the shuttle driver and the soccer dad and the grocery man. He is so helpful and always volunteers to rock the baby after I feed so I can sleep just a little bit longer.

I’m still waiting to get back the pictures from Thatcher’s birth- I’m working on that whole story but until then, here’s a bunch of iphone shots. I’ve taken hundreds of pictures. I mean, I’m sort of obsessed with him and I’m not even mad about it.

post sponge bath

Thatcher has this adorable blonde fuzz, it’s my favorite.

ugh he’s so cute.

NAP.

morning at Lincoln’s soccer game. Thatch has a tiny hoodie on.

Grandma is a baby thief- steals him from whoever is holding him.

polar bear sweater suit!

wrinkly knees!