Max was born Wednesday, Nov. 2. I’ve taken a picture of the little guy every Wednesday since. Today marked his 12th week. Time is flying by and I can’t imagine life around here without him. Here’s a few of the weekly photos I’ve taken to mark his time with us (all were taken with an iPhone and most were then run through the Instagram app):
Day one: 9 pounds. Born at 7:44 a.m.
This was the first time I felt well enough after my c-section to go on a walk. Luckily the weather cooperated and Max and I took a (slow) walk around the block. (I noticed when I looked at this photo later that the price tag is still tucked in the sleeve of his jacket thingie. Nice.)
Still sleeping most of the time…
This was the only picture that I took exactly at 7:44 a.m., the same time he was born.
More and more alert every week. He also smiled for the first time in week 6, but I didn’t manage to capture that on camera that Wednesday.
By now smiles from my happy boy were so common that I was catching them every day! He’s got a beautiful smile. It lights up his whole face. He weighed in at 16 pounds at the doctor’s office a few days before this picture was taken.
This picture is my favorite. I thought it would look like a mugshot, but it ended up great because the light was perfect and he had such a sweet expression on his face. (Also note that the sleeper he has on is strangling him. That was a three month outfit. He is now wearing six month clothes and most of those fit perfectly, which means he will probably be in 9 month clothes soon. Big happy boy.)
This morning! He was having some tummy time when he rolled right off his mat and started sucking on his thumb. He always sucks on his hand when he’s tired. Two minutes after this picture he had an explosion in his pants. Lucky me. You don’t want to see a picture of that fun.