Changes

Everyone says, "They grow so fast!"  And I knew he would.  How could he not?  With all that gurgling and slurping at the boob every 3 hours of the day, and every 2 at night.  Still, I just can't get over it.  We have a huge bag of clothing that Lincoln will never wear again.  I look at my favorite outfits and think, He'll never be this small again!  

And as much as this tiny 5-day-old creature terrified me...

I'm almost sad to see that he has completely changed.

But would you look at that little chub?  I've never seen anything more adorable.  I love eating his cheeks and making squelching noises with my mouth into the folds of his neck.  I rub his precious feet, thinking that someday those little toes will straighten out and he'll walk!  Something about parenthood makes you want to pause, rewind and fast forward all at the same time.

Here's Lincoln on our first family outing.  I desperately wanted to get out of the house, but part of me felt guilty for exposing my newborn child to the elements.  We bundled him in 15 layers, because those 2 seconds between the house and the car, and the car and the heated grocery store, might just be the end of him! 

The paranoia is still alive and well.  That much will never change, I'm sure.  He's 3 months old, and I'm just now learning to handle the sight of his bare skin in contact with *gasp* the air!

But the older he gets, the more capable I become at other stuff.  We moved into our apartment when I was pregnant, and holy crap did I do some weird things.  Somehow carrying a fetus in my womb prevented me from utilizing any of my organization skills.  I put the dishes, utensils, food, etc. in random kitchen cupboards with absolutely no method to my madness.  Our sharp and dangerous tools went on the closet floor of the room designated for the nursery.  Important papers gradually scattered themselves over Tyler's desk and onto the carpet of our office/ guest bedroom.  And it took me months before I could even put something on the walls.  Slowly but surely that part of my brain which was temporarily closed for business has awakened and I am proud to say that the apartment is finally coming together.  About 2 months before our lease is up.  Better late than never?  

Observe, the office, before and after:   

Notice the literal depiction of "night and day."  We actually bought a filing cabinet to contain the clutter.  Then we sold the guest bed which was blocking the closet and making it difficult to maneuver the desk chair.  

Another change in the Metcalf household:

Tyler's beard.  I'm still confused as to why I think it's so wonderful, because I have never liked facial hair.  I guess we all turn into our mothers eventually.  That's my life... always changing.