Uncle Noah

Our maid of honor made the trip down from SF to visit baby fuss-monster.  It was a great day.  

And then last night Andie slept for more than 2 hours, 3 times in a row!  Icing on the cake.  Lets hope this good sleeping pattern continues!

Tummy time...

We decided this morning that it was time to really start having tummy time.   We have had some tummy resting, the occasional tummy moments, a tummy tester maybe,  but no purposeful tummy times.

So we gave her 5 minutes of tummy time.   From the photos I am sure you can easily tell,  she loved it!  Tummy time is the best!   Baron VonFussfusshausen was screaming the whole time,  in what I can only assume was jubilation!

A 1 month old baby!

Andie is a month old today.   It has been really great watching her grow.

An hour with no moms

Marin had a doctor's appointment today.  For herself, captain fuss face is doing great.   Since we still are not using bottles, this pending mom baby separation posed a problem.   What to do with baby? 

Andie has her fussy moments,  but a boob will always do the trick to calm her.  Occasionally we get some crazy goat baby crying when Marin is in the shower,  or the wc.  But this is only ever a 10, maybe 15, minute ordeal.  

The doctor!... that could take hours!  And so I had another adventure in dadering.

Our solution, I drove Marin to the doctor, and then entertained baby in the parking lot of the doctor's office.  Thus we are as close as possible to boobies should a meltdown occur.   First me and micro Gorbachev tried just chilling in the car, that lasted about 30 seconds.  Next we went for a walk around the entire Kaiser complex. (twice!) This was good enough for an entire album,  Andie was chill as long as the tunes were playing.   Once the album ended and I had to restart,  boss baby let me know her displeasure.  (Pandora next time! )

Our final stop was the corridor outside the pharmacy, were I learned I am not special.  That place was a newborn nexus.  Dads with babies,  moms with babies,  babies with babies.   All pacing the corridor.   It was like an infant mardi gra parade.

The point of all this is that today, baby and mom were apart for over an hour,  and I survived.   These are the new accomplishments of my life.

Grandparents house.

There are many great things about going to the grandparents house.  Some that you might not expect.

For example, due to both guest beds being twins; mom, dad, and baby do not all fit in one bed.  Thus,  mom and baby get one bed, while dad gets another.   The unintended consequence of this,  I promise it is truly unintended, is dad is now out of mom's reach and thus mom has a much harder time waking up dad to change baby in the middle of the night.  In fact,  she might not be able to wake him at all, despite many yells and text messages.  (Nothing beats a good tap/shove)

The result of all this is that I got my first full night of uninterrupted sleep in almost a month with only a small measure of guilt to pay for it.  (It was unintended after all.) 

There are many, many other great things about the grandparents house.   Loving grandparents,  family time, free food, a well functioning heater, the abilty to be in different rooms, and on and on....  But nothing, nothing,  beats the happy accident of a full nights sleep.

I am sure I will need to make sure my cell is at full volume and taped to my face to avoid such happy accidents in the future.

Snaps suck. Long live zippers

I don't have a picture to make my point on this,  nor do you want one,  but trust me.  At 3am the last thing you want to do is snap up the onsie of a screaming, wiggling, pint sized milk monster.

Who in the bloody hell thought snaps were a good call? And why do 9 out of ten baby outfits have snaps? It crazy, the snap lobby must be incredibly powerful.   There is a better way people.    Vote with your wallets, support the zipper.

Baby Fat Face

I think chubby babies are the cutest kind of babies.   Andie isn't quite plump yet,  but she is making good progress. 

Marin is cooking up the good stuff day and night, and boss hog baby is slurping it up fast.   I think we will have a little squeaky pork loin in no time.