Clive was born four weeks ago today and it's already hard to remember what our lives were like before he arrived.
He still sleeps most of the day, and if he wakes up in a good mood no one really knows because he is so quiet about it. He just opens his eyes and looks around and waits for someone to come and talk to him. We have just started to hear his first coo's yesterday, and his voice is just as cute as I imagined it would be. He's absolutely precious. When he wakes up hungry, though, that's a much different story. He's a 0-60 kind of baby: sound asleep, and then about 10 seconds after he wakes is screaming for food or to be changed (in less words, of course).
He loves to be held and cuddled, which big sisters are taking full advantage of, especially Celine. She's becoming a little mother hen to him. Monica took a little bit to warm up to him, but now she'll hold him once in a while and gets excited when we bring him into the room.
The first couple of weeks were a bit of a whirlwind. We are so blessed to have had family come and offer their services to us when Joel went back to work. The girls loved all of the extra attention and cousin time and I was incredibly grateful for the company and extra hands while I recovered and adjusted to being outnumbered by my small children.
Clive was baptized by his Grandpa (Joel's deacon dad) two weeks after we brought him home. It was a hectic weekend, but most of the family was able to make it back for the occasion, which makes my tired, emotional, mommy heart so full.
I wish I had taken more pictures of everyone together, but as you might have guessed, my hands were a little full. ;)
He still has his handsome head of hair with no signs of loss yet (yay!). He loves the bath IF he is completely fed/changed/burped, otherwise he screams bloody murder the whole time. He's eating like a champ and sleeping in 3-4 hour stretches during the night, which I can live with for now. He's been in newborn clothes up until recently, and now they're starting to get a little too snug (depending on the brand).
Clive is definitely a pacifier kid, which is fine by me. He loves to be rocked, and it's usually one of the fastest ways to calm him down when he's fussy. All in all, he's a grand baby. I feel like with the girls being so busy right now, God threw me a bone with Clive. I don't know him well enough to know if it'll always be this way, but I'm savoring every moment of snuggles with this handsome boy.
And to my dearest son,
I can't wait for you to discover the whole new world that you're in. I love you more than I can put into words. I wish I could spend all day just loving up on you. You are perfect, blessed, and very loved. I am so glad you are a part of our family. I'm confident God took one look at the four of us and said, "They need Clive." He sent us you, and you've made our family more whole than we were before. You are so special and I love love love you. So do Daddy and your sisters.