Oliver is one month old today. It has been the happiest, weirdest, best month of my life, filled with more love and less sleep than I'd ever imagined. Oliver is getting so big already. He still has his crazy Mohawk hair and baby acne. He is learning to like baths and to hold his head up. He is still very calm and enjoys being held and looking around. He loved going for walks or drives and was the perfect baby at his first week of church last Sunday.
He's around nine pounds, he's still wearing newborn clothes but also some 0-3 months sizes. He likes sucking on his fingers whenever he manages to find them. I'm so glad he's finally here and I can't wait to see how he changes over the next coming months.