Time is a funny thing when you have a newborn. It’s a cyclical time warp, you only know that days are passing because people are getting kicked off reality shows.

It’s time to feed Jack. It’s time to burp Jack. It’s time to change Jack’s diaper. It’s time to rock Jack to sleep. It’s time to put Jack in his straightjacket swaddle. It’s time to try rocking Jack again.  It’s time to watch Jack sleep. It’s time to start waking Jack up. It’s time to feed Jack…

And every other day around 5 pm we try to get ourselves (and the house) presentable in anticipation of visitors — who kindly are bringing dinner by. Side note: dinner being delivered is one of the best things ever.

This has gone on for one month; and, we wouldn’t have it any other way.

One Month Old

Happy Birthday Jack. We love you.

Month recap:

• grown 2 inches
• packed on approximately 2 pounds
• learned to hold your head up
• kept your full head of hair
• gone through 262 newborn diapers
• been on a road trip to Cincinnati

The "new" Hauer 3 || Ida (6), Kellan (4) and Jack (3 weeks)

What we’ve learned so far:

• never change a diaper at the first “noise” of dirty — it takes at least 3 said noises before “done”
• frustration can turn to bliss in an instant — usually triggered by a smile, noise or expression
• there really are different “cries” — so far the “i’m hungry” cry is the loudest.
• mom’s figure didn’t magically reappear after your birth. (big sigh)
• breast is best. but damn those first couple of weeks are not much fun
• mom and dad are going to love being retired

Family of Four