I know, I know, he's not even a month old yet. (25 days, if you're keeping track)
But he's already 1 pound, 2 ounces over his birth weight (as of Monday)
I packed away his newborn clothes this weekend- he's already too long for them. (Which is A-OK with me- the 0-3 month clothes are way cuter)
We finished off the packs of Newborn disposable diapers, too. On to Size 1. (and cloth!)
He's alert for hours during the day, and watching him look around in wonder at all there is to see is so much fun. (Mostly, though, he likes lights and ceiling fans)
I know he's just three-and-a-half weeks old, but this kid is changing before my eyes. I'm not taking nearly enough pictures (and that's coming from me!) (Also, half the pictures I take, his hair looks red. For the record, it's not.)
We played dress-up this morning, and he wore an outfit instead of a sleeper. Oh my, what a cutie.
Even with all the 'growing up', I know he'll be my baby for a long, long time.