Dex and the T. Rex: Theo is one month old

Theo Rex turned one month old on April Fool’s Day.

London insider tip: If you’re going to waltz around the city with a newborn baby, you sure better be ready to have long, in-depth conversations with British grannies about how lovely the baby is. Woe is me, I get to brag about my charming, adorable kid to a rapt audience. It’s a real trial, it is.

Theo’s overall aesthetic is grumpy old man who occasionally disarms with a beaming, gummy grin.

So far, he is a relatively chill baby. Eats, sleeps, poops. Eats a lot – Theo was quite thin when he was first born but nurses like a champ and has spent the past month moving toward chubby. His cheeks are beginning to rival his brothers and just yesterday, I noticed Theo has elbow dimples.

We’re not sleeping through the night, which is to be expected, but I get the occasional longer stretch.

Theo is strong. He is working hard on holding up his head, simply because he wants to see what’s going on.

Dexter continues to love Theo, and loves helping his parents take care of the baby. He’s an expert at folding out the changing mat and likes playing with wipes a little TOO much – it’s starting to get expensive.

When Dex was born, as a new parent, I consistently received three pieces of advice:

  1. Bend the baby’s penis down during changes so when he pees, it doesn’t point upward and overflow the diaper.
  2. Baby teething? Baby won’t sleep? Baby sick? Try whiskey! (I’m no teetotaler, but it was shocking how often it was suggested I give my baby hard liquor. People pushed for this in all kinds of contexts, on a surprisingly frequent basis.)
  3. Enjoy it. It goes so, so fast. (Said by parents with sad, wistful looks on their faces.)

Now, this isn’t some statement about Dex and how I feel about him, but the truth is, he’s almost two years old and it pretty much feels like he’s been alive and I’ve been his mom for two years. No more, no less. I braced myself for the sad, rushed feeling of time flying on by and it hasn’t really happened. It’s been a wonderful, surprising, loving two years, but darn it, it feels like two years.

So far, though, I can’t say the same for Theo. It is outrageous that he was born a full month ago. The weeks have soared past and I’m a little breathless and dizzy, thinking about what’s to come.

I hope the paces eases up, but maybe it won’t. Maybe two kids means time flies by twice as quickly.

My family is in for a thrilling ride.

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  1. The true time flies is in your future…….Maya is about to choose her college….the baby I prayed for when I thought I would never be a grandma [Memaw]! Love your post and that Mollie is there.

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