I cannot believe that my littlest boy is six weeks old. It's gone by in a blur. Sure, our family has had a few things going on, but I have never lived six-weeks so seemingly quick.
But back to Em.
He's amazing.
I know I say that about all my kiddos (and mean it). So it isn't surprising that Emerson is as sweet and lovely as he is.
He loves his brothers. I cannot even describe the happiness that his face shows when he hears or sees Matt or Nic. Matt is happy to have long, meaningful staring contests. Nic sings him lullabies and shares his most beloved turtle. The first coos and communicative sighs were bestowed on his brothers one morning as we all snuggled in bed.
And yes, our Emerson is chatty. Late, late night seems to be his favorite time to have long conversations. And I am not one to dissuade him. So we are usually up until 12 or 1. Just talking and smiling at each other. It makes to mornings a little slower. And the coffee craving a lot stronger. But it's worth it. I know as he gets older I am going to have to be a little firmer about schedules and bedtime. So I will soak it up.
I feel bad for Andy. He is missing this precious time. He gets a few days here and there. And of course our last Bad fish (the boat's nickname) deployment is looming. But Emerson won't remember daddy being gone. And I am taking a ridiculous amount of pictures and videos to bombard his civilian email with when he's deployed. And when Andy is home, he is a baby hog. Which is fine, and kind of lovely. And Emerson is as in love with Andy as Andy is with him. It's kind of ridiculous the way they look at each other. It makes my heart ache with love. Seriously.
But back to Em.
He's amazing.
I know I say that about all my kiddos (and mean it). So it isn't surprising that Emerson is as sweet and lovely as he is.
He loves his brothers. I cannot even describe the happiness that his face shows when he hears or sees Matt or Nic. Matt is happy to have long, meaningful staring contests. Nic sings him lullabies and shares his most beloved turtle. The first coos and communicative sighs were bestowed on his brothers one morning as we all snuggled in bed.
And yes, our Emerson is chatty. Late, late night seems to be his favorite time to have long conversations. And I am not one to dissuade him. So we are usually up until 12 or 1. Just talking and smiling at each other. It makes to mornings a little slower. And the coffee craving a lot stronger. But it's worth it. I know as he gets older I am going to have to be a little firmer about schedules and bedtime. So I will soak it up.
I feel bad for Andy. He is missing this precious time. He gets a few days here and there. And of course our last Bad fish (the boat's nickname) deployment is looming. But Emerson won't remember daddy being gone. And I am taking a ridiculous amount of pictures and videos to bombard his civilian email with when he's deployed. And when Andy is home, he is a baby hog. Which is fine, and kind of lovely. And Emerson is as in love with Andy as Andy is with him. It's kind of ridiculous the way they look at each other. It makes my heart ache with love. Seriously.
This is how we say our goodnights.
Showing some submariner pride.
Nursing ninja.
Early morning conversation.
On his 6-week birthday.
Blocking the paparazzi. He was seriously irritated with me.
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