In 33 days...
- We've celebrated every ounce of weight gain, from his smallest 5lbs 7.5oz to a now 8 lb 3.5 ounce vibrant baby boy.
- In 33 days we have been obsessed with his BMs. The daily quantity, the color, the consistency and now simply who's turn it is to make it disappear.
- We've learned that gas can cause an infant to groan like a grown man and that Mylicon truly is a new parent's best friend. STOCK TIP!!! -- Invest in Johnson & Johnson.
- We now know the true joy of owning a digital camera and we've pondered whether or not we should start a new support group, PA, Picture-takers anonymous for other obsessive compulsive parents who attempt to capture every smile, gesture and sleeping moment of baby's day.
Six days ago, Miles woke up from a nap while I was writing this blog entry. It is now 39 days, which brings up a very good next point:
- We've learned that no matter how much we think we are in control, our schedules are managed by a little man who hasn't the slightest idea how to even manage his own bowel movements (could be trouble).
- We've learned to count in minutes instead of hours. Especially with sleep. You see, it's like dog years. 30 minutes of sleep is really over 200 minutes. It's all relative.
- Contrary to conventional thought, there are only 240 minutes in a day, not 1,440. They begin with feeding and end in naps, with a little play time in-between (if you're lucky).
- No, an 80 pack of diapers will NOT last forever (a late apology to all of our friends and family for whom we thought we were doing favors dropping off the 40 pack).
- What??? He can't fit the previous size of diapers anymore? At almost $5/day for diapers we may have just invented the first infant bikini diapers. At least until he uses up the remaining ones in the smaller size.
- Did you know that Pee isn't the only projectile??? Yep, there actually IS a purpose for that sanitary setting on the washing machine.