Or should I call you Remalina? Remulon? Remmer? We call you by a variety of nicknames and very rarely use your name. Or if I do, I use Remy Harper. We agonized over your name and now we don’t even call you by it!
I also call you “Daddy’s Mini” because you look so much like him. Your facial expressions blow me away because it’s kind of like looking at him!
You are such a dream baby. You eat, sleep and poop. And even though you’re still a pretty typical baby — floppy head, no hair, no smiles yet — I think you’re GORGEOUS and special, my love. You fit in with us so perfectly and never give me any hesitation about taking a walk, going to the zoo, inviting friends over to meet you, etc.
The nighttimes? Yeah. That’s still party time and I’m operating at about 75% of my brain capacity most days. But all of those feedings seem to be working because you’re definitely filling out and getting heavier. Thankfully, you sleep all day long (and since I can’t get enough of the newborn snuggles, I’ll admit to putting you on my chest or shoulder for several of those naps).
I’ve put you in the next size up of diapers, although they bag a bit. And while I’m still squeezing you into a few newborn onesies, I think it’s time to retire some of those tiny outfits.
You’ve now met your grandparents — Grammy and Grampy got to meet you in your early days and Grandpa T and NeeNee came down this week. Everyone loves you so much, and they’ve been so helpful as we transition to the new family of four reality.
Love you, kid.