Six weeks. The usual applies: “it feels like we have had him forever" and "where did the time go already". There is lots of that kind of stuff going on. And apparently 6 is a fussiness peak – which we are certainly experiencing. For example. For the last the last 3 nights he has gone to bed at 10, woken up at 3 and then again at 7. That kid is rough. Ok last height he actually did wake up like 3 of 4 times, but still, we have actually hand a semi-normal nights. Normal being the old normal, not the new normal, which frankly is not normal at all yet.
And he as officially outgrown an article of clothing. Unfortunately it is one of our favourites. The polka dot sleeper that Grandpa Gerhard picked out and that we brought him home from the hospital has officially be relegated to “keepsake”. Sigh.
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