today you are four weeks old. the past four weeks have FLOWN by, and it's hard for me to even begin to wrap my head around it. i mean, just look at you...
you're this happy, sweet baby and i can't even begin to imagine my life without you being it's star.
you pretend to love it when i sing to you. you're the most ticklish person i think i've met (well, besides your dad). you've been sleeping so well the past few nights. you've had your first of many bottles to come (and you did GREAT!! i knew you would). you've taught me patience and strength that i'd never known before. you've proved that my stomach is stronger than i think it is because i've successfully been projectile pooped on, caught "fresh and foamy" poop straight out of your tush in a panic, found boogers on me, and so very much more.
today marks the start of the last full week i have at home with you for a while (okay, so 2 weeks after i go back to work i have a week vacation...but still). i am so, so very sad about having to go back to work. while i love my job and my co-workers, and hell, even the patients...you aren't going to be there. and that just stinks.
we love you.