Aiden hasn't figured out yet that when he makes this face (a pre-cursor to screaming) I am less likely to respond by tending to his needs and more likely to respond by taking his picture or laughing. Check out that lip. He got it from his mother.
Sunday, October 31, 2004
Posted by Dave at 10/31/2004 01:32:00 PM
Saturday, October 30, 2004
...in a row. I do feel blessed but I am also a little freaked out. Has anyone out there known 11 week old babies that sleep this long? Maybe it's not as abnormal as I think. I mean, what the heck do I know? I never had a baby before. He probably just needs to sleep that much because he is a genius and needs to recharge his brain.
Posted by Dave at 10/30/2004 02:31:00 PM
Thursday, October 28, 2004
He survived his first 2 hours of daycare quite nicely. When I arrived he was lying on the daycare provider's lap (her name's Lorie), smiling up at her beatifically. So far so good.
Later in the day, I picked up Christine from work, after which she left for 3 hours. Aiden looked around, realized that he wasn't going to receive his nightly mouthful of breast...and went apesh*t. Three. Hours. Of screaming. Ten minutes before Christine arrived home, Aiden dropped off to sleep. When he awoke, he saw Christine and became the soul of sweetness and light.
I think he's addicted to breastmilk.
Posted by Dave at 10/28/2004 10:54:00 PM
Wednesday, October 27, 2004
Aiden is fascinated by the Bumbulis-Fisher Hawaiian wedding shirt. I think he's amazed at this world that's laid out in front of him, with the palm trees and sunsets. As was I when I first saw the shirt. It's my favorite shirt, but man, it'll put your eye out if you aren't careful.
He's really begun to interact with his world. While he was looking at the various parts of my shirt, he'd stare and then he'd do that thing that all babies do, where they hit a surface with their hand, palm down, several times as if testing it's tolerance for pain. That's brand new, and you read it here first.
Also new this week—Aiden has begun to laugh. I'll try to record it for you soon (it's kind of hit-or-miss), but it's the coolest thing. One thing is for sure: Christine and I are the funniest people he knows.
Tomorrow: Aiden goes to day care for 2 whole hours. Friday, he'll go all day. Who's gonna watch The Price is Right and Magnum PI with me?
Finally, we're still in the running for that house I mentioned earlier. Read all about it.
Posted by Dave at 10/27/2004 08:34:00 PM
Saturday, October 23, 2004
Aiden doesn't cry upon waking. He's very quiet. One minute he'll be fast asleep, and you'll turn your eyes back to (say) the TV. You look back...and he's staring at you with a puzzled expression, as though to say, "Didn't I just leave this place?"
As a side note, Dr. Meehan noted that he's barrel chested. I think this picture shows that well. Good pecs, and check out those guns. Kid's gonna be tough.
Posted by Dave at 10/23/2004 06:39:00 PM
Friday, October 22, 2004
If you stroke Aiden's jawline and in a high-pitched, gentle voice say "Awww" (as if you've just seen the cutest baby in the word, which you have) while looking directly into his eyes, he'll smile real big.
Posted by Dave at 10/22/2004 08:56:00 PM
Aiden has begun rolling over. He sort of pulls his knees up to his chest, and the weight of his legs pulls him over onto his side. However, in this case, he appears to have rolled off the edge of his sheepskin so that he made his first full 180° roll. We're so proud.
Posted by Dave at 10/22/2004 06:09:00 PM
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
Posted by Dave at 10/20/2004 12:46:00 PM
Posted by Dave at 10/20/2004 09:12:00 AM
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
Today, Aiden got his first set of shots. Let me just say that I was (once again) traumatized. I wish I'd recorded the scream for you, for although it didn't last very long, it was certainly heartfelt. It's probably best I didn't take any pictures or record the scream or the nurses might have thought I was insane. "For his blog," I'd explain, to their disapproving stares.
Here are his stats thus far:
*This measurement is probably wrong.
So, the afternoon was spent wimpering, moaning, and carrying on. Aiden cried a bit, too.
Posted by Dave at 10/19/2004 04:38:00 PM
Sunday, October 17, 2004
We've begun to investigate ways to fulfill our parental duty of embarrassing our boy. Gotta toughen him up for the real world. Here, we've dressed him up in a snowsuit that looks just like Winnie the Pooh's head, but with more than the usual number of limbs. You're welcome, Aiden. You're welcome.
Posted by Dave at 10/17/2004 06:23:00 PM
Friday, October 15, 2004
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
After screaming bloody blue murder during his bath, Aiden inexplicably entertained himself for an hour and a half with absolutely no intervention from us whatsoever, then fell asleep. This is...well, it's unprecedented. Generally, to keep him happy you have to spend the entire evening playing with him, picking him up, walking around with him, holding him in various positions, putting him down, and putting on one-man shows of Verdi's La Traviatta in the original Italian.
Posted by Dave at 10/12/2004 08:46:00 PM
Sunday, October 10, 2004
Tomorrow, I start my first full-time week at work. Here is just some of the two gallons of milk I have stored in the freezer in preparation. If I wasn't planning to replenish the supply daily, this would last only 8 workdays! If there is still a surplus when Aiden is ready for solids, I think I'll make him some yogurt. (Dave wants me to make it very clear that the yogurt will be for Aiden exclusively.)
Posted by Dave at 10/10/2004 01:05:00 PM
Aiden and Christine are following the Patriots/Miami game on the computer (for some reason, the Midwest stations don't seem to care about this game). Aiden, of course, is showing his colors (thanks, Auntie Joan).
Posted by Dave at 10/10/2004 12:58:00 PM
Saturday, October 09, 2004
If Aiden's a good boy, he could end up with his very own room in this house on Union St. In the finished basement is a wallpaper mural of deer in the woods! We made an offer on it this afternoon, and we should know more by 9 tonight. And so, Christine and I make another step toward adulthood. And we're only 34 years old!
Here's a panorama of the street.
There's an UPDATE to this saga; read the comments for more.
Posted by Dave at 10/09/2004 03:35:00 PM
Friday, October 08, 2004
Tuesday, October 05, 2004
Who wants a baby massage? Aiden enjoyed baby massage class. First, you put almond oil on your hands and rub them together in front of his face, saying, "Would you like a massage, Aiden?" When he says yes, or even if he doesn't, you begin.
Posted by Dave at 10/05/2004 03:58:00 PM
Reflections after the first day of Paternity Leave Month:
1. I'm overthinking the feeding thing. As a baby, Aiden likes to eat every so often. Since I don't have an ulimited supply of baby chow on hand, I'm tempted to conserve. Yesterday, I found I had just enough to get us through until Christine came home. So, when Aiden shows signs of being hungry, I attempt to wait as long as possible until he's somewhat desperate. But he just ate an hour ago!
2. This week, the poop changed from easily manageable with 2 wipes to requiring full hazmat gear, an EPA Superfund designation, and a capsule to shoot the result into space. How nice, just in time for me to enjoy it. Thanks, Aiden!
3. How am I supposed to keep a baby happy and do laundry and dishes at the same time? Well, the answer to this question is: get up at 4:30 a.m. before he does. That's what I did this morning (although not intentionally), and it worked like a charm.
Posted by Dave at 10/05/2004 08:33:00 AM
Monday, October 04, 2004
Handling a sleeping baby is like defusing a bomb. You have to be very careful moving the baby around or it might go off, blowing your sanity into the next county. Put him down in the wrong way, or on the wrong surface, or while thinking the wrong thoughts...BOOM!
At this very moment, I'm typing this entry (carefully, now...carefully...) as Aiden sleeps on my chest, because the last two times I tried to put him down...KABLAM! I'm particularly proud of my lack of typos and my proper capitalization, despite being able to use only one hand.
Posted by Dave at 10/04/2004 10:16:00 AM
Sunday, October 03, 2004
Tomorrow begins my month-long paternity leave. I'd celebrate about not having to go to work for a whole month, except for two things: I'll probably run out of vacation and sick time which means I won't make any money toward the end, and I'll be caring for a 7-week-old instead of working.
On the plus side, I'll be able to update this blog a bit more regularly, and perhaps with more than just pictures. Thus we begin...
Stay tuned for hysterical babbling, nonsensical ravings, exhaustion-induced misspellings, and frustrated rants.
Posted by Dave at 10/03/2004 09:28:00 PM