Baby Max, 8 weeks

Baby Max is 8 weeks today. It's so hard to believe that two months have gone by. These have felt like the fastest and also the longest two months of my life, if that makes any sense. We're constantly learning about Baby Max each day, like finding new ways to soothe him (the patented "Harris" side to side bounce), what funny faces entertain him (lizard tongue flicks), what songs he likes me to sing (Feliz Navidad and Silent Night), and which views of the house he's most fascinated by (skylight windows, bookcase, my closet).

{ Baby Max, delighted by the contents of my closet }

{ mimicking lizard tongue flicks }

Two months is just enough time to adjust to a new lifestyle and set some semblance of a routine. So much about our lives have changed and we've had to adapt, like learning how NOT to clang dishes in the kitchen downstairs at night because the nursery is directly overhead and it would be criminal to wake a sleeping baby (Babe, I'm talking to you), or how important it is to do what you can when Baby's napping. This sounds so obvious, but it really is easier said than done. Many times I only have 15 minutes alone before he starts crying from his crib, not wanting to stay down for a nap. In those precious moments, hopefully I will have successfully washed up, put in my contacts, warmed a plate of food and scarfed it down while pumping and answering a few emails. Etc. You get the point. 

To put it into perspective for myself, I tried to remember what the last two months of my pregnancy were like, pre-baby:

:: We ate out a lot (see here and here) and tried to enjoy one another's company.
:: I took a few yoga classes.
:: I partied with friends. At bars, on rooftops, in club lounges.
:: I attended fashion-industry events on behalf of PinkMemo (see here and here).
:: I carried small handbags.

Life is quite different now. Rather than eating out, we're relying on the pre-cooked frozen meals I made pre-baby and easy slow-cooked meals. Coordinating daily dog-walking with Baby can be tricky. It's also my only bit of sustained exercise. I've had to turn down several invite-only industry events. We're most certainly not partying it up with friends around town. Instead, I'm mostly hanging out with friends who visit me at home (bless you guys!) and for the life of me, I just can't seem to remember to take the diaper bag when I do go out!

At 7 weeks, Max started smiling and cooing at us a lot! His big gummy smiles and happy gurgles melt my heart and make the monotony of the nurse/burp/sit upright/change diaper/put to sleep routine x10 more bearable. I also forgive him for screaming like a beast sometimes. Life is different, but pretty delightful, too. Oh, and I can eat sushi now.