To Sleep, Perchance to Dream…

Here’s something I’m sure is news to you…you don’t get much sleep with a newborn around, especially if you are his sole food source. This is ironic, since it seems that Max sleeps for the vast majority of the day, but of course it’s in chunks that are considerably shorter than your average adult would choose. I am adapting to the tiredness and actually coping with it better than I thought I might, given that I have always been a girl who needed a good 8 hours, pre-baby. I must say that those of you who have done the newborn thing when you have another child (or two!) have my utmost respect and admiration. We’ll hopefully be there sometime down the road also, but right now I can’t imagine doing this with another little one around. I remind myself that all too soon Maxwell will be bigger and I’ll get more sleep and wax nostalgic about his tiny newborn days.

Max’s current favorite game is played at diaper changing time. There are several variations on this game, but all involve waiting until his current diaper is off and then releasing more of what caused it to be changed in the first place. Sometimes this happens before the new diaper is on, sometimes right after Mom or Dad gets a nice fresh one all set. A week or so ago he got a morning bath because he managed to catch an uncovered moment and there was pee all over, including his hair and ear. We try to keep the area covered during changes and you should see our lightning-fast reflexes when he starts to go, but he still seems to win the game more often than not. Truth be told, we don’t really mind that much, after being so stressed about a lack of wet and dirty diapers in his early days, we don’t complain when he produces lots of them now.

And now, on to the best part: pictures!

I promised to post some from Dad and Helen’s visit last weekend, here is one of all of us. Max doesn’t look too impressed but I can assure you he had a great time with his adoring visitors:

I’m sure you’ve heard of the importance of “tummy time” when babies are awake. Max does not always love tummy time but we do it every day for at least a few minutes. He is getting much better at lifting his head, so it seems to be paying off. Here’s a demonstration:

The other day he was wearing a cute new outfit and I just had to take a picture. You can’t see it in this shot, but there are cute green and blue striped matching pants. He is into some of his three month clothes already, but then some newborn things still fit. Baby clothes seem to be sized about like women’s clothes, which is to say, totally inconsistently.

I’ll leave you with a photo of Max with Mommy and one with Daddy. Excuse my crazy hair, I clearly hadn’t done anything with it yet that day:

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