Resistance is futile

I know. How dare I up and have a baby and not post updates and pictures? I admit to being selfish and keeping this little happy-happy-joy-joy all to myself. He is just so perfect and I have been enjoying every moment of his new little life (except maybe being awake at 3 am).

Right after he was born they placed his screaming little self in my arms. I snuggled him close and began talking to him. As soon as he heard my voice, he quieted down, opened his eyes and looked up at me. He just sat there listening to me and looking at me. I felt an instant connection. He had my heart from that moment on.

Spencer turned 4 weeks today. You know what that means. This post is going to be oozing with all the finer details of the first few weeks of his life. Years from now he won't be able to throw the "I'm the fourth child and you didn't fill out my baby book or take pictures of me" card because bam! we live and breathe by the blog. We are updated. All. The. Time.

Back to Spenny- He is so cute, sweet, and squeaky. I am just loving him!

How could you not just love this little face? 4 days old.



We have a couple different things we like to call him. The first being Spenny. Spenny Spoo (with the occasional 'Spenny Spew' thrown in for obvious reasons). Taylor and Sara's #1 reference to Spencer is "the baby brother". Sara always says, "Mom, can I hold 'the baby brother'?" Uh, sure. His name is Spencer. Funny kids.

Don't mind Sara and the Medusa hair. Sara really is a good big sister. She loves to sing to him, bounce him in his bouncy chair, and make sure he is always covered with a blanket (but not his face- we have made that VERY clear). Spencer 4 days old.



Taylor loves "the baby brudder". About 3 weeks old.



Spencer was born with a full-ish head of hair- a bit sparse on top but still, it was there! Just the other day I noticed he was bald on top. Seriously. One day he had hair and the next day, it was gone. I was kind of stumped as to how it could have happened that fast. It took me a couple of days to figure things out. See, being the fourth child and all, Spencer doesn't get bathed everyday or even every other day or even every other other day. You get the idea. So it had been a few days. I gave him a bath, including a good scrub of the head. Apparently it was too good of a scrub and I scrubbed the kid bald. I think an entire layer of skin came off his head because after he was out of the tub and dryed off- his head was flaking. I had to rub his head with a towel. Rub some more. Apply lotion. The whole works. I can't have a flaky-headed kid. So there you have it- Spencer is now sporting the old man hair-do.

Here he is at 4 weeks. I just love that little body. And this picture does a great job of showing off his new do.



One thing I stewed over before he was born was how sad I was that he was going to grow so fast. I know, WEIRDO. I'm a weirdo, I admit it. I worry for the sake of worrying sometimes. And yes, I had reason to worry because this little boy is in some kind of a rush to get bigger. And isn't it strange how it just suddenly happens? One minute I am folding the newborn diapers down because he is so darn tiny and what do you know, the next day the diaper is an inch or two below his belly button. I don't get it. When do they grow so darn fast and since it's so fast, why can't we actually see it happening?

Here he is looking all hunkered down for the winter... in June. 3 days old.



Spencer has a bit of baby acne which of course, I DON'T LIKE ONE BIT but I guess it's not all that bad. I've swapped stories with other mothers and apparently it could be much worse. Nothing like one-upping someone on the baby acne thing... "You think your kid is ugly? You should see mine!" Okay...

He has already survived being picked up out of his bouncy seat and then laid on by Livvy. Yes, I about had a cow but we survived it. Or I should say, good thing Livvy survived it because I wanted to string her up. Naughty little thing.

This is not the time when Livvy pulled him out of his bouncy seat. This picture took place in what I like to call "a controlled environment". 3 days old.



Spencer smiles all the time. I hope this is a reflection of his happy little countenance. I know it means nothing yet but I've never had such a smily newborn. It's so sweet.

I shouldn't say he smiles all the time. He wasn't too happy about his first bath at home. 6 days old.



Overall, Spencer is such a good baby. He sleeps well, eats well, poops well, grows well and did I mention, he smells so good! Taylor asked me the other day, "Mom, why does he smell like that? Do girl babies smell like that too?" Nothing is better than that fresh baby scent. I love this little guy!