Happy one month birthday, Wy Wy!
How is it you’ve been here a month! It’s been no time and forever at once. We’re so glad you’re here!
You’re my little bear cub. You are the gruntiest, noisiest baby I’ve met, especially at night, when we would like to rest. You’re up several times through the night and don’t take especially long naps, but we’re working on it, and as you grow you seem to be sleeping more.
You’re a pretty good eater, nursing often (and obviously enjoying eating—look at that chunky baby!). You’re a lazy eater, too… I call you my hungry hippo, because you’ll be ravenous one moment and then drifting off to sleep the next.
Your little eyes are beautifully blue (for now). Shepherd’s were gray when he was at this age, so maybe you won’t have brown eyes like him. Chances are you will, and I’ll love them, but I like that right now you have lighter eyes.
You are my little chunky man. You’re a stout baby, but long, too, which gives us a laugh. You have a barrel belly and a pointy chin poking out from your chubby face. Lately your lashes have grown longer and darker, but the hair on your head has lightened. You seem so small to me, and I love that you don’t seem so eager to be older. You’re sleepier and more laid back. You’re wearing 0-3 month clothes; you wore newborn clothes for a little more than three weeks. We don’t have your current weight or height; we’ll have a two month check and I’ll record it here next month.
From the day you were born, you’ve held your head up strong and tall. It surprised the nurses at the hospital (and us!), and I hope it’s a sign of who you will grow to become: strong, focused, and confident in the possibility of your life.
You love tummy time and being in the water. You do not love diaper changes, dirty diapers, patiently waiting for anything, or being laid down. We hold you much more than we held Shepherd, surprisingly. You just want to be close, and closer still right now, as you go through a “wonder week” of development.
The first month of your life was an extravaganza of Christmas, travel, sickness, and transition. We celebrated your first Christmas just two days after we came home from the hospital; Birdie, Poppy and Pookie came to our house for Christmas, and Grandma and Grandpa Great came to visit for an afternoon, too. We then went to McCook, your first road trip, to see Nana and Papa and celebrate Christmas there. You met all of your cousins in the first two weeks of life! All four of us caught a terrible stomach bug in McCook, and I was very frightened for you. You were resilient, though, and ended up faring better than we did (and Shepherd, too!). Your dad enjoyed being at home for the first three weeks of your life thanks to Christmas break and generous family leave; we were very thankful to spend that time together.
Shepherd called you “Wy Wy” before you were even born, and the nickname stuck. You’re Wy, or Wy Wy, and sometimes JW (J-Dub) and John John or JJ. I call you John Wilder often; your dad less often. Lots of people ask about why we chose John Wilder Anderson as your first and middle names… I’m going to write about that soon, but just know that we loved these names for you now and to grow into.
You’re my little love, and I couldn’t be more smitten with you, Wy. You are such a blessing!