Minutes are turning into hours. Hours are turning into days. Days into weeks, and weeks into months. It’s a vicious little cycle, this time. Most of it is spent breastfeeding and changing diapers and wrestling Everett down for a nap. But we’re now at the point where every single day, at least three whole minutes are spent smiling. Sometimes in thirty second increments, and sometimes in two second spurts.
Either way, every fleeting smile makes the hours of hard work totally worth it. I love this boy with my whole heart.
p.s. Everett started rolling over at seven weeks. SEVEN WEEKS. I am not sure what this means but I have a feeling he is going to be an early crawler, which absolutely terrifies me. Send help immediately.
