It's all over now

My parents bought a camcorder, which is now living at my house for this week... and that means that people are going to be subjected to baby videos. That's good for the people who can't get out to see him. It's bad for me, because this is pretty much just another way for me to make a complete fool of myself, which is absolutely what I did in the video.

I can't help it. He's cute. And I live in the South. It's just the way things are!

At least I'm not IN the video. My mom has that honor!

Baby's first cold (maybe)

So the husband is sick... and now the baby's congested. But I got the humidifier set up, whipped up some saline drops and administered a few doses (such a good boy; he did not cry, but rather, seemed curious), and now he's sitting up in his swing and mommy's going to sleep on the sofa near him. Of course, that might also be because his sick father is snoring away, nose strip be damned, in the bedroom....

Poor little Jack. I hope he feels better. He's already breathing better. Yay for me in not panicking because he was gagging a little. It may have helped that I didn't actually witness the gagging.

And, of course, here's the most recent picture, with his grandma Kathy:

My camera phone sucks!

But the subjects are wonderful.

Bathtime adventures

So last Wednesday we had our first bath, and it went really well. Little man only cried when I took him out of the bath, which I guess means he liked it. I was careful about not pouring water down into his eyes, but he let me clean his eyes and the surrounding area with cotton balls without protest. I tried to be really cheerful about the whole thing and sang to him while I lowered him into the bath, and I think that helped.

I did learn, however, that my kitchen sinks aren't standard sized, so we had our bath on the bathroom floor with towels and extra crib sheets spread everywhere. Mom, if you're reading this, I'm getting creative with the 42,000 crib sheets. They're very useful!

Tonight we had to have an extra emergency bath. Why? Because in the middle of an epic session of multi-poop, Jack also managed to pee everywhere. By everywhere, I mean all over his froggie pajamas, on his back, his hands, and in his hair. Also, all over the changing table. So off we went to the bath again.

Sing a song of eating

We're delirious. It's official. We made up this song yesterday, because Christmas songs are stuck in our head for some reason.

He knows when you are sleeping, he knows when you're at work
He knows when you have just changed clothes, so beware for that clean shirt!

Oh, you better not eat, you better not nap
You better not pee, I'll tell you and you'll see
Jackie-bear is coming for the boob!

More lyrics to come, I'm sure.

Two weeks

Friday night, Jack was two weeks old, and we accidentally celebrated with slushies. Christopher was holding him, and I asked if there was anything I could get for him. He's been so sweet to me lately -- watching the baby while I slept -- and I wanted to return the favor. He jokingly said he wanted a watermelon slushie, and I volunteered to run down the street to Sonic to get it. I got back around 11:30 with his watermelon slush, and a lemon slush for me, and realized that the night Jack was born, right around the same time, my stepfather brought us the same drinks at the hospital. It really drove home the fact that we've been through two whole weeks so far, and we're surviving. Maybe even thriving.

I love to watch him with the baby. He struggled a lot with the idea of having a child throughout the pregnancy, which is apparently pretty natural, and he was pretty thunderstruck at birth. He was so concerned about the pain I was in with the problems with the anesthesia that I think he couldn't really wrap his mind around the arrival of baby. But over these last two weeks, I've watched him morph into an amazing father, and it's been beautiful to watch. Sometimes I have to pry Jack away from him, and he's so sweet and gentle with that little body. I'm a lucky, lucky girl.

Even if I don't really have a schedule at all any longer. zzzzzzzzzzzzz

Looking ahead

Sometimes, when he's sleeping and his face is relaxed, I can almost see what Jackie-bear is going to look like when he's older. I can picture him as a little boy running around the house, chasing the cats, giggling and stumbling on chubby legs.