Adjusting

For the last few days I have been a little worried about Peyton. I'm not sure if she isn't feeling well, or if she is having a hard time adjusting to being a big sister to, in her opinion, a screaming little blob that interrupts her napping, takes most of the attention from mom and dad, and so far isn't good for anything since he doesn't know how to do anything but make squealing, gulping, grunting, and farting noises while attached to mom's chest. We came home from my birthday dinner on Sunday, which is the first time we have taken Braedon and left her home alone, to find this: Do you think she's trying to tell us something?
Braedon is a tough little guy and lately whenever I go wake him up for his nap, or go try to calm him down after I have put him down for a nap that he doesn't want to take, I find him like this:

He is starting to enjoy tummy time a little more each day.

Here's our little man almost 1 month old!