Mr. Fussypants

Atlas has been a really good baby. He's starting to sleep better at night, he doesn't cry too much, and is as cute as a button. Sometimes he'll fall asleep and I can almost swear he is smiling. (And yes, that is Downton Abbey in the background). 

Not to be bias or anything, but Cyrus and I have decided that Atlas is pretty much the most handsome baby ever. Sorry to all the other babies out there, and our own cute nieces and nephews, but Atlas takes the cake. Anyways, it's decided that he is adorable, but during normal waking hours, for the last few days I see faces like this one:

He is Mr. Fussypants during the day time. He can't seem to eat enough, or sleep on his own. He'll do great and sleep for two or three hours if you are holding him, but if you leave him on his own, it's like you've abandoned him for life. Oh the humanity! It's like his mother never loved him or something. Poor little guy.

But I think it's just a phase. Or something. 

Blur

The days are blurring together. It seems like we just barely got this little baby but it's already been ten days. TEN DAYS! Atlas is so small, but is growing quickly. We were at the doctor's yesterday and found he's already up to 7 lbs 10 oz. That's 6 ounces more than his birth weight and 10 ounces since we left the hospital. We've been exclusively breastfeeding and it made me feel like I got a gold star from the doctor's. Feeding him isn't always fun, and frankly hurts when we first started, but he's gaining weight and is doing awesome. We've been taking it pretty easy around these parts. My Mom has been so wonderful and helpful and so kind. She always makes sure both Cyrus and I are eating every meal, brings me water when I nurse Atlas, does dishes and laundry, and loves to hold the baby anytime, day or night. My only wish is that she'd stay longer or move closer! There is something very comforting to have your mom come to take care of you during the biggest transition of your life. And my Mom is awesome. Seriously. She might have 10 other grandchildren, but makes me feel like my number 11 (at least on the Price side) is the first one to show up and the most precious baby ever. Which, of course he is, but it's nice to have someone outside of Cyrus and myself to tell me it. 

   

Three little Foxes

And then there were three.....

 Now that there is a new baby in the house, I feel like I need to show him off. Except I don't want to leave the house and my agoraphobia is growing by the day. Just kidding, but only sort of. We are still finding our groove as parents but adore this little baby. Plus, I need a reason, or at least an extra push to take and post pictures of the little guy. Atlas Gregory Fox was born on October 9th, 2012, at 5:24 pm. It was a little over a week ago but seems like he just arrived.

Atlas is extra floppy and squishy. Even though he had a rough day today (getting circumcised this morning. Not fun.) he is still cuddly and ever so sweet. Mom has been here since Monday and has gotten to dote on her newest grandchild. Lucky number 11! It's been wonderful and I dread the day she leaves. Atlas loves getting held and Mom is always more than happy to hold him while I go take a nap/shower/eat. But with a face like this, who wouldn't want to hold him???