First Real Outing

I haven't made much of an effort to take you out since you were born. I mean, newborns really have no business going out anyway, most people would agree. Since we brought you home from the hospital, you have gone to the audiologist's office for a hearing test a few days after you were born; you went to Tia Marcela's house for her birthday a couple of weeks later; and you went to Aunt Becky's house for a play date at about one month. Today, we decided to go to the mall to return some nursing bras to Nordstroms. I know -how exciting. But when I say, we, I mean the whole family, double stroller and everything. And guess what -we made it without even pulling our hair out.

You were very well behaved of course and luckily your older sister and brother didn't give us too much grief. We went to a few stores, the eatery for lunch, and stopped to let the kids play in the tree house area while I fed you. Thank you for not vomiting on me in public. I didn't bring an extra shirt and frankly, I'm still suffering post traumatic stress from Sofia when she was a possessed baby vomiter.

Look at that smile!

I'm only including this one because you look so very cute. Me -not so much. But it's either you or me and I was tempted to post the one where I looked better. When I try to get a picture of the two of us together so you will know that I existed in your infancy, they just haven't been turning out. Apparently, we are the two least photogenic people on the planet. And like a typical man, I suppose, you're either looking up at the ceiling behind me like in the previous photo or down at my chest like it's snack time.

1 Month

Yesterday, you marked your four week milestone by blowing out your diaper while we were out on a play date. Thank you. That was nice.  I changed you before leaving. I fed you as soon as we got there. I judiciously went to change you immediately following your feeding and what do you do to me --you blow yellow poop all over your furry pants and out onto your coordinating onesie with footprints from the Gap.

Today you are one month old and you have marked this important milestone by staying awake from seven this morning to three in the afternoon, fussing, and spiting up A LOT.  I guess the honeymoon is over.

Up until the past few hours however, you have been a model newborn baby.  You have spent the past month, mostly sleeping, alerting us occasionally that you might want to have something to drink with only the smallest gesture of fussing. You have breast-fed well and you have taken the bottle with breast-milk and formula without complaint.  You sleep well during the night, sometimes so well that we forget we still have to wake up to feed/change you.  Being changed and bathed is the only thing that you have protested but you're getting quite used to it now.

Here are some photos showing what you've been up to your first month in the world.

On your changing table with fresh band-aid from heel prick. Unlike the two before you, you like the binky and can actually manage to keep it in your mouth most of the time.

Sustenance

chunky face - skinny frog legs
the 4th day phenomenom: it takes about four days for my milk to come in during which you lose body fat apparently from the bottom up

You're not fond of the baths until I wrap you up and wash your hair over the sink

You look so tiny in Daddy's hands

At 14 days you broke out in a rash of acne but it cleared up almost instantaneously after your circumcision. Must have been the adrenaline.

I tried to get a picture of your webbed toes but they're pretty well camouflaged most of the time. You're like Sofia and the opposite of Marcelo in that your toes are all sprawled out like fingers on a hand.

You must have thought your sister was here to feed you

After thirty shots trying to get you NOT to look up at the ceiling or try to grab a free snack, we settled for this very serious portrait