So I'm working past the "I'm such a bad mom" thing for not having documented anything for Max his first year. Yes, his baby book is still in the plastic, unopened. However, I am trying to remember that he is after all...still a baby! Not even 16 months old. So I'm going to start now and catch up with what I can. So, please ignore the lack of specific, endearing details in some of the upcoming posts as I play catch up. Here's what I've got:
My memories of Max at 2 months consist of lots of lessons from my sweet SIL Chelsey on how to wrap, swaddle, and bounce a baby with colic (her medicine ball was a life-saver). The poor baby was gassy and you could tell was hurting, but nothing the doctor gave us helped and mostly that time was a sleep deprived fog of exhaustion. I know there were some happy moments in there (another good reason to take pictures), but mostly I just remembered being tired, tired, tired. If only we would have known that a month later you would start sleeping, Max! That sure would've helped!
You've got to love that dimpled grin.
I have to smirk at the look on Max's face. Anyone who knows Lincoln knows that he can be a bit intense with emotions and not always great at impulse control. So, ever since Max was born he has kind of gotten in his face and loved on him a bit too much. Max looks like he's keeping a close eye on him already in this picture...
Your brothers sure do love you, Max. And so do your dad & I.