6 Weeks Old Baby, Yeah!
You are getting bigger. Mommy and I don’t see it as much as people who don’t see you as often. Little cousin Avery noticed it….when she held you on Thanksgiving Day you took up all of her lap and spilled over some. The last time, when you were just about 2 weeks, you were more manageable for her. You’re also not fitting into some of the onesies you used to easily wear. And the diapers that contained your baby explosions just two weeks ago are not big enough any more. Now you’re in size “1” for diapers, whatever that means.
Here is an interview you gave last week:
Thanksgiving at Whidbey Island.
You slept through a feeding on Thanksgiving! We were concerned, and of all holidays to NOT EAT,
Mommy practicing dancing with you in case we don’t find a sitter for Anastasia’s 40th birthday party.
It is my first week back to work; paternity leave is over. Mommy gave me a middle-of-the-night-calming session off so I could sleep a little more. This week, you fed around 10-11 each evening, then one around 2-3am and then around 6am. Mommy reports that you’ve spit up on her very creatively….sometimes right down her shirt, others over her shoulder and splatter on the floor.
We had our first PEPS meeting last night. We met seven other babies with their parents, with a PEPS-alum as our host. We ate, introduced ourselves and shared birth/labor stories, and then how the babies got their names. I think of the 8 babies, 5 of them were via C-section.
Here’s another dream from this week: I was at a construction site where this big swinging crane arm had to be returned by a certain time. I was also concerned about my 1-second a day video. I had already recorded my one for the day, but I wanted to record the crane arm as well. Ray K, the guy who took my vegetable oil car off my hands before I moved overseas, arrived to take over the operation of the arm. He had a horrible combover, and his scalp looked puffy and caved in on itself like a Klingon. Then I was on the bus to return to Decatur, going uphill with Shannon. I had a raptor beak and a big leather catcher’s mitt glove.
I’m not sure about the raptor beak and mitt, but I’m sure the machinery portion (like the last several dreams I’ve had) represent a power of some sort that I have come control over, but also lack some control and is bigger than me.
Signing off for tonight, cute one. Love, Daddy