Month two

**I'm a little behind in posting this!**

Dear Jordan,

You’ve only been around for two months now, but it’s hard to imagine life without you. Even Xavier would say so. In fact, he asks me, “Where’d B-Jordan go? Where’d B-Jordan go?” often when you are still asleep after he wakes up in the morning. Perhaps instead of waking you up, he should learn to sleep longer.

You were baptized this month into God’s family. We were so blessed to see you welcomed as a child of God and pray that with the support of your godparents, Uncle Aaron, Aunt Katie, and Aunt Erica, and the rest of your family, you might grow daily in faith.

We can tell already that you are our peaceful, low-maintenance, laidback child. At your baptism, it wasn’t you screaming and squealing in surprise. No, that was your brother yelling for his mommy the whole time. Jordan, know that to get some attention somedays, you’re going to have to make a bit more of a fuss. It’s okay for your brother to learn that he isn’t always the center of attention.

In the last month, we have seen your personality develop. You love to smile and coo, especially when your mama or your grandma are talking to you or when you are in the bathtub. You spend a lot of that awake time watching us and worrying, furrowing those eyebrows of yours.

At two months, you are growing bigger and BIGGER each day. The day before your baptism we had to buy you some new pants because you had outgrown your original outfit. Apparently only 6% of the two month old population outweighs you. Perhaps this means that you are no longer in need of that middle of the night feeding? Let’s see what we can do about that.

Your baby acne has finally gone away, much to my relief. But it was only to be replaced by cradle cap, followed by a slowly receding hairline.

Yep, I’m smitten, in love, with a balding, chubby, little man.

Love,
Mommy

Month one

Dear Jordan,

September 6th. That means it’s been one month since your daddy and I drove to the hospital, checked in, and waited for you to make your appearance. A month of sleepless nights and sleepy days. A month of watching your big brother adapt to sharing time with you. A month of learning to be a mommy to two boys. A month of multiplying love.

From the moment Xavier knew that you were growing inside me, he started calling you “B.” And from the first moment he laid eyes on you in the hospital, he started calling you “B Jordan.” You’ve become B-Jordan to all of us now, so much so that I’ve been asked a number of times what the B stands for. I wonder if I’ll be telling your high school friends someday that the B-Jordan is really Baby Jordan.

Xavier loves his little “B” so much, but wasn’t used to not being the only one around. The jealousy began shortly after Daddy headed back to school. You’ve been sat on. You’ve had pacifiers shoved in your mouth, sometimes while you are eating. You’ve been squeezed a little too tight and some affectionate pats have turned violent. But by the end of this month, I think Xavier has accepted that you are here to stay.

You are growing up and changing fast. Your newborn clothes don’t fit anymore and your cheeks and belly have doubled in size. Today at your one month appointment, you weighed in at over 11 pounds! No wonder I thought you had grown!

And since I know that you are quite possibly my last baby, I’m lamenting that fact. I’ve stared a little longer and snuggled you a little closer. And I’m trying to daily remember that controlling the chaos that sometimes is our life matters less and taking the time to love you and Xavier matters more!

God has so richly blessed our lives with you, Jordan, and this month has just been a small glimpse of that!

Love,
Mommy