Baby photo driveby

I have so much to say, but every time I think about writing, the kid does this:


Luckily he also does quite a bit of this, so I'm sure I'll find some balance soon:


I feel like I spend half my time feeding him and maybe a quarter of the time snuggling him while he sleeps, changing him, and smelling his fuzzy head. He's pretty irresistible, really. And apparently I'm still supposed to devote some time to boring stuff like eating, showering, and washing the dishes...what's up with that?


Quick updates:

MB decided he wants to keep the baby anonymous online, and I think he's right. There are already enough markers on this blog that someone who was really looking could find me and recognize me, and I don't want to make it worse. I love the name we chose for him and I hate not sharing it, but safety first. Of course, this leaves me with a dilemma of what to call him when I talk about him. "The baby" doesn't seem right, and while "the brachiopod" was a fabulous nickname for him while he was in utero, I don't feel like it'll grow well with him. I thought about using one of the names from our shortlist that we rejected, but that doesn't feel right either since those names are not him. In the end, I think I've decided to call him Nico. It has one of his initials in it, which I like, so we'll see if it sticks.

Nico is a real boy now, with a real belly button and everything. I'm looking forward to his first real bath in the baby tub.

I have a lot of things to say about breastfeeding, but that's going to need an entire post of its own. For now, I'll just say that the entire process of feeding my baby is both wonderful and really goddamn hard.

Thus far, Indy / Nico relations are going well. Indy is sweetly curious about the baby without being too pushy. If Nico gets too screamy, Indy will go and ring his bell to be let outside, but other than that he doesn't seem too perturbed about the baby's presence. I feel pretty guilty that the weather plus my c-section restrictions have prevented Indy from getting any walks, though. Poor pooch.

Nico hasn't managed to pee on his own head yet, though I hear that's inevitable. He did, however, manage to pee on the nursery wall twice on the day he turned a week old, and he pooped out of his diaper for the first time yesterday. Where's the spot in the baby book for those milestones?


Here he is last Friday, two weeks old:


Here he is yesterday, either deep in contemplation or trying to tell me that I stink:


Here he is looking really goofy (definitely my child):


And wearing what MB mockingly calls his "manpris," a newborn outfit I couldn't resist putting on him one more time even though he's clearly too lanky to wear it now: