Thursday, April 17, 2008

First and often


For the first time tonight, Jack reached for me. He half-rolled onto his side and stretched his arm out, hand grasping for my fingers. Once they were in reach, he held onto me until the hanging toy over his face distracted him from making contact with mommy.

I was maybe a little teary.

Here he is after one of his many baths, which we must administer liberally due to his spit-up habits. He seems to like them! Baths, rated one thumb up.

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Not the best day ever

Shots today. Many tears. Must remember to write an actual post soon.

I've never heard him scream like that. It just broke my heart. But the good news is that he's ahead of the curve in almost every category, and growing like the proverbial weed. 13.6 pounds, 23 and three quarter inches, and a mighty noggin that he can hold up like a champ.

Thursday, April 3, 2008

Has it been so long?


Tomorrow, the boy is eight weeks old. I can hardly believe it's been two months, though we still get so little sleep that Christopher said (and I agree) that weeks tend to feel like one very long day. Calculating time that way, he's still the tiniest of tiny sproglets.

Not in size, though. We took a walk this afternoon around the neighborhood and ran into a father with his 17 month old daughter -- and Jack was nearly her size. He is one large baby, but still terribly cute, so I forgive him.

I don't see him doing much crawling. He's desperate to be up on his feet; he already wants me to stand him up often and "walk" him around. We do this every day on the sofa, usually after a feeding. It's funny... he can barely play and he isn't much into his stuff yet, but he is just dying to get up and run around.

Also, I'm fairly certain he called me a Jew today. I don't know who he's been hanging out with, but I won't have this kind of name-calling and ethnic slurs (slurring?) in my house!*

*Clearly, this is a joke, but it really did sound very much like "Jew!"