Jess of Littlejacksons posted today about being a little relieved that her daughter’s newborn days (and all of its attendant issues) are receding now that she’s hit ten weeks. Zachary is at 13 weeks now, and I’ve also been feeling a little relieved that those completely helpless newborn days are behind us. There’s something very sweet about those initial days - the wobbly heads, the sleeping on your chest, the long stretches of baby sleep - but there’s also something wonderful about seeing your baby hold his head up and smiling at you, watching him as he follows people’s movements across the room or bats at a toy on his blanket. I’m looking forward to him being able to sit independently.
The only drawback for me is that 13 weeks of life means that Zachary is 13 weeks closer to being a two year old. Dear lord, I do not know how I will make it through another child of mine being a two year old. Can I just skip ahead to like, three years from now?