week three

Oi.

Week three hit us hard and fast.

Surprise school assignments for him (hefty ones of course),

A body that all the sudden realized it gave birth and "oi that kind of hurts" for her,

and a growth spurt (or two) for little him.

With lots of sweet funny moments to spare.

Like how everytime we go to get Jedidiah out of his carseat

we find him with his hat pulled over his eyes and the cutest little pout you've ever seen.

Or how everytime I hum a song I catch Jedidiah staring at me.

That day when we had church membership class

and Jedidiah and I ended up exploring the beautiful old building together.

Or Monday night when Josh came home late and Little One was all smiles

and kissy faces for his Papa's homecoming.

Or that morning where Husband surprised me with a new phone 

that takes pictures like a dream and doesn't misplace texts I haven't read yet.

Or that day where we celebrated Little One's due date (and that he came early :))

That day when I put on my skinny skinny jeans and they fit. Booyah.

And the day when we went to the Dr. who was all praises

for weight gained and milemarkers reached and we couldn't have possibly

 glowed more with pride for our little guy.

Except for maybe everytime we go to church and Husband walks off with Little One

and next thing I know there's a crowd (yes, CROWD) around both of them

ooh and ahhing with words of praise and love 

and my mama heart just explodes.

And then there's this....

moments where every daydream and longing for a little family

comes true over and over again.

Complete with a burp cloth to at least attempt at minimizing the laundry :P

Happy Monday.

xoxo,

lyss

Life seems to be going faster and slower all at once.

As we settle into ourselves (and this every 2 1/2 hour feeding schedule ;))

this new rhythm of us is becoming normal.

This new different rhythm that comes with a hundred more things to double check.

Diaper? Wipes? Burping cloth? Feeding times? Changing times?

Did we make that Dr's appt?  Fill out that form? Did he burp?

Does he have the gases or is he hungry again? Was that a SMILE???

It's amazing.

I still can't believe this is our life now.

Caring for and sharing days with this little delight we get to call son.

I keep feeling like this is just a vacation and soon he will somehow be gone.

But no. Wonders of wonders, this little person is a part of us now.

Well, he's actually been a part of us for nearly 10 months,

but now he's a visible, snuggle-able part of us

and that makes a big difference.

We are so overwhelmingly happy.

Our cup overflows hourly with the joy God gives through Jedidiah

and how our family is transforming.

It is so beautiful and precious.

xoxo,

lyss

P.S. This week I've taken Jedidiah to 2 different coffee shops, 

taken public transit,

and gone thrifting.

Twice.

Our little chicagoan (;

my double chinned little thumb sucker

He's actually not that picky,

whatever hand part is closest suits him juuuuust fine (:

xoxo,

lyss

(and yes I realize this is universal baby language for "I'm hungry",

but not this kid, he just really loves those cute little hands)

Week One

• first kisses
• first "baby burrito"
• first family ride in the jeep
• first Dr.'s appt (gained 4 oz and grew an inch!!)
• first family walk
• first farmers market
• first baby date
• first cold front
• first book (and yes, a brand new belly button :))
• first time wearing Papa's baby clothes
• first birthday gifts 
• first time at church
• first time parking lot sunning (need to get in that vit D!)
• first bowtie (:

and of course lots and lots and lots of snuggles,

its pretty much all we do around here anymore (;

This week has been such a surreal one.

Overflowing with such blissful joy and amazement that

these moments are actually happening.

That he's really truly here.

For real.

We're still pinching ourselves.

This has been such an echo of our honeymoon.

Days flowing seamlessly together, days of joyfully learning and 

feeling as if we have always been us three.

Days of implementing new rhythms and adjusting old ones.

Of walks and long talks with lots of laughter and some tears.

Such tender days.

Such raw days.

And to think I thought I could prepare for this.

Ha.

NOTHING could have prepared us for this perfect overwhelming

of love and joy mixed with tenderness in every form.

We are cherishing every moment of it.

xoxo,

the burkhardt 3

P.S. I should note that I (lyss) have yet to change a diaper.

Josh is SUPER DAD. 

But we all knew he would be (;