Today you are 1 month old. I am sitting here typing this as you are in Chris' lap fussing because you can't fart. Or poop. Or burp. He's pretty much trying everything to help you get it out, including playing "Super Baby" and praying that you don't puke on him. Your grandparents, (my parents) were here over the weekend to babysit you while we went out for New Years Eve. During the 3 days that they were here, we discovered that you love to sleep "treefrog style" on my Dad's tummy. He thinks that it's like baby's first waterbed, but it kept you quiet and sleeping so there you stayed for 3 whole days.
The past month has been an interesting one. You're finally to the point where you're sleeping at night, so that's really nice. For the first 3 weeks you would only sleep during the day and you'd scream at me all night. I'm not going to lie, it was a little rough but we got through it. We're still sleeping downstairs because your furniture hasn't come in yet but hopefully we'll be upstairs soon, then you'll be able to keep both your father and I up all night.
PS- You freak Jenny out when you cry, which is often.