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Category: neck deep in the zeitgeist
He’s acting kind of sullen, too
Conrad’s baby acne arrived right on schedule, and just in time for the weekend’s scheduled photo shoots. Still, it’s just a phase and we know it’ll pass. He’s also been asking for his own cell phone, and he wants us to drop him off at the mall.
This is the expression we’ve been calling “breakfast face” since he was born, but earlier this week the doula told us it didn’t mean he was hungry, it just meant he was thinking. Uh huh. Right. Thinking about boob.
Years ago I read the results of a study linguists had done on newborns that determined babies are born with the ability to make all the sounds in all the languages of the world, even the ones that are hard to learn as an adult, like rolled French Rs and African !X sounds. I believe it, because lately it seems Conrad has been speaking dolphin. We’ve been calling him Flipper, in fact. I’d be afraid to take him to Sea World right now, for fear they would claim him as their own.
Always on my mind
A big day
I guess they’re all big days when you’ve only had 16 of them. Today Conrad met another grandparent, Grammy, who’s here for two weeks. We went to the airport en famille to meet her. I’m sure he was very excited, although his outward demeanor was as it always is when he’s in the car: cool and detached. Asleep, really.
As if that weren’t enough, he also had his first visit to a restaurant tonight. We went to Panzanella, where I had the homemade papardelle with bolognese, Jean had the lemon chicken with mascarpone mashed potatoes, Thelma had the scallops with risotto, and Conrad had a nap. Possibly with dreams of boob.
By the way, I will usually post more pictures to his Flickr page than I post here, and some days I may only post pictures to Flickr without posting here at all, so be sure to check the Flickr page, too. The link is over there in the right column somewhere.
First Day Alone
Today was the first day that Conrad and I spent alone home together. Up until now, either Dave or the doula have been here for all of part of the day. Hence the lack of photos, as Dave has been in charge of all things electronic in the past two weeks.
All in all, it went pretty well. I still am contemplating how I might watch the baby, take a shower, get dressed and leave the house in a single day. Perhaps the shower isn’t so important.
The miracle of the day is that Conrad has been holding tight to a schedule. I’m sure this has nothing to do with me, and more to do with him, his stomach size and disposition. Regardless, every three hours, like clockwork, he wakes up, nurses and then promptly goes back to sleep. I’m sure this won’t last, but it’s been a very nice first day together.
I’ve even had time to pet the poor needy cats. Poor Roy is about to tie a napsack to his back and go in search of a more attentive family. It’s hard to explain the concept of ‘baby’ to the furry family that’s been the center of attention for the past ten years.
In other news, we welcome two new babies to the world. Congratulations Jenny and Jon Whaley on the arrival of Sterling Bernard, born on Sunday. They came and visited us on Friday night and then Jenny went into labor on Saturday. That’s some baby mojo Conrad has.
Also Congratulations to our neighbors Ingrid and Rob Morris on the arrival of Anna Katherine, born on Thursday. Conrad looks forward to hanging out with his new friends.
Fun With Sleep Deprivation
Last night around 2 a.m. Conrad was ready to be fed, and it’s my job to get him up and change his diaper in preparation. Then I remembered the baby care class where we learned you not only have to change the baby’s diaper, you also have to change the baby’s basket, but you don’t have to change his basket every time you change his diaper. So I lay there wondering if it was time to change his basket, or just his diaper.
As I woke up a little more, I started wondering what exactly the hell his basket was. While I was thinking about that, I remembered the class was taught by Captain Deakins, the character on Law and Order: Criminal Intent who sometimes wears an eyepatch. At that point I was pretty much awake and realized I could stop looking for his basket.