1 Month with Axton

Your brother loves you. He adores you. Talmage will be tearing through the house in general boy fashion and as he runs past the swing where you are generally sleeping he will hesitate and give you a kiss on your head before continuing on his pursuit. Last week I found chocolate smudged on your forehead, right where that little cowlick flips your hair away from your face on the left side. Talmage's favorite spot to land a kiss.

Your sister loves you. She adores you. Alaska has been an engaged sister to your every need and whim. You: crying. Alaska: "Hey mom! Aren't you going to come and save the day?" She will pick you up out of your swing and hold you on the couch, her legs brought up to support her arm while she supports your head. I will often leave you on the floor for some stretching and tummy time and Alaska is the first one to hear you whimper and flip you onto your back, where you are more comfortable.

Your momma loves you. She adores you. Sweet boy. You are like clock work. Every 4 hours you are eating. In an unpredictable life, it is comforting to have you tick, tick, ticking in time, on time. We get along well and your relaxed disposition is something that I can appreciate and it makes me feel capable as a mother - even though that is all just you.

Nursing was a no-go, even for you, the third baby, and one of the lactation specialists commented on your sweet demeanor. So patient while we try to figure out feeding you and so willing to try and try again without getting upset.

Your forehead fits perfectly into my own facial profile and I can give you lots of kisses with my chin meeting your face on the bridge of your nose. We are like puzzle pieces. You are lovely.