One month old!!

Yesterday marked Max's first month with us--he's officially one month old and no longer a newborn or neo-nate. Max is officially an "infant", a genuine, gerberized, B-A-B-Y! He's graduated from "N" diapers to size "1" and filling them out quite well. He's been through three envelopes of Butt Paste and about four full dirty diaper bags.

He's smiling so much now. When he does I can't help but to laugh with him because he looks so cute. He's developing a firm and strong constitution, it appears. There are times when he does not want his pacifier and he lets us know by either yanking out of his mouth or just spitting it out. It usually means, "NO! where's my formula??". But other times we haven't a clue what he wants and just walk around until he settles down.

He's turning out to be a very good baby. So far, he seems to cry when absolutely necessary, when he's hungry, when he's soiled or when he's tired and sleepy. When those things have been satisfied and he's burped, he's smiley, quiet and playful. Oh, one more thing, he likes it when we carry him and walk around--not sit!

He's now more fascinated by the ceiling fans and appears to distinguish stark contrasts. He stares at me when I carry him and reaches up for my face and smiles. I must remind him of a ceiling fan or something. He's not gripping his bottle yet but does appear to want to use his arms to hold it so that he can eat so we think that he's starting to understand that his hands and arms can be used to hold things.