First Full Day Home

I deeply apologize if this isn't very coherent, but muthertruckers are hallucinating up in here. That period of rest known as the Nap, let alone the Good Night's Sleep, has mostly eluded us so far, since whenever Young Old is sleeping we've been frantically unpacking bags, going shopping, cleaning the house, making phone calls and responding to emails. Basically, the exact opposite of what we need to be doing, which is go to bed and recover. Even when we do get around to it, we end up laying there in a hyper-vigilant state..."What's the baby doing? It sure sounds quiet in there. Is he breathing? Let's get up and see". Most other times, our eyes close for mere moments before the famished little colostrum connoisseur begins his Code Red hunger alert. Mama K whips the boob out, and I clean up the diapered aftermath. Repeat every 20 minutes. Seriously, if you ever get the bio-urge to start this process, but are having some second thoughts, come over to our house for a night...insta-birth control. Of course, the other side of things is that if sliced bread was actuall cool, this kid is the coolest thing since. He's adorable, and we find ourselves losing track of the outside world by simply staring into his dark blue eyes and his look of intense puzzlement...it's almost as if he knows the meaning of life, but can't quite figure out the words to share it with us. He's so damn soft, smells like heaven, grasps onto your finger like we're already best friends, loves it when I sing to him, and has better hair than I do. What's not to like? We've never felt so tired, and yet so energized to invest our love in someone else besides each other. It really is a very strange "Holy shit, this is my son!" feeling, that you really have to experience to understand.

Anyway, enough rambling...on to the updates:

-Mama K's milk came in today, so Young Old has been feasting like a fiend, and thankfully, sleeping for an extra 30 minutes every time he conks out now. Thank you, Jeebus.

-Young Old had his first experience with "Tummy Time" today. Apparently, since babies are to sleep on their backs at all times to reduce the incidence of SIDS, they tend to develop Flat Head, and a resulting Flat Brain, probably. So now, when the little guy's awake and alert, we plop him on his belly and let him develop Flat Face, though I'm not sure how that's any better. He seems to like it though. He can already shuffle himself sideways like a hermit crab, and he accomplished way more push-ups than I could ever manage. Like six or seven. This kid is ripped.

-Frisco the Cat introduced herself today. She seems to have accepted Young Old into the family with little jealousy, and thankfully there've been no vengeance poops left in the middle of the carpet to demonstrate any unexpressed displeasure. In fact, she seems downright intrigued. She paces around the babe's bassinet, obviously pondering inwardly "What the hell is that thing?"...or maybe just wondering if she'd get yelled at for jumping in for a quick nap.

-I officially drive like your grandma now, 30 mph on the freeway, riding the brakes the whole time, constantly looking in the mirrors, yelling at all those young whippersnappers to slow down and respect the notion of safety. Seriously, driving with a baby in the back is a quick cure for speeding and road rage. Young Old loves the car, instantly falling into the deepest of sleeps. Mental note to self: get that carbon monoxide leak fixed, asap.

I know many of you are by now dying for the details of Mama K's labor and the birthing, including the youngin's specifications. Tomorrow, I swear. I need to sit down with Mama K and compare notes on what all happened, but at the moment she's out cold, and there's no way in hell I'm waking her. That's Young Old's job, which I'm sure he'll perform sooner, rather than later. Until then, thanks for all the support and messages of congratulations...can't wait for you all to meet Young Old in person.