Jacob at one month

It's hard to believe Jacob's been with us for a whole month already. He still spends much of his time eating, sleeping, and filling truckloads of diapers. His periods of wakefulness are steadily growing, however, and he is now alert and looking around for 2 periods of around 3 hours each per day. Bless him, he is such a good little sleeper at night, only waking up every 3-4 hours to feed, and then dozing right back off.

He has amazing control of his head now. He is past that business of tracking with his eyes and prefers to use his whole head now, craning his little flabby neck to look at whomever happens to be holding him at the time, or at his favorite gazing subject, the window. We figure he will be ready for face-forward Bjornage in the next week. He also likes to try to push himself up with his arms when on his tummy. He is a strong little sucker. But you would be, too, if you were as big as he. Here's my little beefcake (BEEFCAKE!) filling out his **3 month** sized romper (a gift from Andy Stumpf! Thanks!):



Dada has been accused of supplying some sort of orangutan-like genes to this kid. Jacob is basically so long that anything with footies is probably too small for him. And with as much as this kid eats...I'm looking forward to the official tale of the tape when we go for his 1-month checkup tomorrow, but an unofficial weigh-in at home suggests that he is between 11 and 12 pounds. When he is in that car seat, man, that is a killer to lug around.

Jacob is mostly a quiet, introspective young man. He is happiest when he is looking at light, especially sunlight through a window, but is increasingly interested in looking at people's faces. He is getting a little more vocal though, since Mamaw and Dadaw spoiled him rotten by getting him addicted to being walked around. He is content to sit in his bouncer for a bit while I do dishes, but after that I had better scoop him up post-haste and bounce him around the living room if I don't want to hear him fuss. Not that I mind having his toasty and soft little bod cuddled up against me, with his precious little fist clamped around my hair.