boy's night out/ I am a primate

Big and Little Max had a great time at their sleepover. I didn't even call. I would have to say I'm a pretty laid back new mom. On the primate tip, I rather enjoy dousing Max's head with olive oil and combing out his cradle cap. I don't eat the scales though. That's what separates me from the chimps. PS isn't my hair cute? Thanks cousin Karine!

just a thought

Max thinks that sucking your fist is way cooler than sucking your thumb. I agree.

back on the grind/7 weeks

More pictures coming soon, I promise. Meanwhile, Max went to his first birthday party and his first fight-night party, all in the same week. He was very well-behaved. I am back at school and motivated to be as efficient so I can go home and hang out. I snuck home at noon to deliver some milk (I'm considering hanging a sign on the door of my impromptu pumping station --"one maid a milking") and was delighted to see my two favorite men napping, Max splayed out on his dad, both oblivious to the world around them. This isn't a new sight, but it always brings a smile to my face. Also, this weekend Max will have his first spend the night chez his namesake grandfather (my third favorite man). I'm sure he will come back a Sudoku expert.

Mother's Day/ 6 weeks

Well, today’s the last day of the babymoon. Tomorrow I’m back in the lab. Thank God the house is a 3 minute walk from school, in case I need a quick infusion of cute baby antics. I haven’t posted in a while, so here’s all the news that’s fit to blog :

The highlight of my week (if not my life as a mom): Max started laughing in his sleep! I heard a funny noise and looked over and Max was just smiling and laughing away. Hilarious and amazing.

Things you should put in a diaper bag, learned after the fact: a change of clothes, for mom. Max started fussing while we were out, so I picked him up. When I looked back down there was a huge mustard-like poop stain on my white shirt and all over his onesie. Somehow he managed a bowel blaster that reached up to his armpits, in the front. Hmm.

Ty is the bottle-master now, but I live in perpetual fear that Max will forget how to breastfeed. Hopefully it’s like riding a bike. He also, at 5 weeks, weighed 11 lbs 8 oz. Huge. So I’d say he’s got it down.

one month

already? Little Max is changing and growing every day (duh). I am full of cliches, but I guess they wouldn't be cliches if they weren't true. Because I am so enamored of my son that sometimes I don't even know what to do with myself! I finally tore myself away to go to my Vanderbilt class and I couldn't help but sneak a look at my cell phone pictures of him every ten minutes or so. But it was good practice for going back to school next week, sigh. Ty gave him his first bottle and he took it like a champion. and then he switched back to Mom with not too much trauma, so I'm okay. The freezer is quickly filling up with little bags of milk. And Max has been sleeping better at night. Now he can last the 2am to 5am stretch pretty well. We're working on it. We also received two great presents this week -- a digital camera, which has put Ty in full paparazzi mode, and a developmental mat, which makes me feel less guilty about not holding Max when he's awake. I am doing my best not to spoil this child but it's hard not to want to cuddle with my little grunting ball of adorable. I really want to put videos up here but it looks like I can't. I guess if you want to see it just email me and I'll send one. They're pretty big though, like 10 mB. On another note, I still can't fit any of my clothes. Or I can, but I don't go for the hooker with a stroller look, which is what my mom curves make my clothes fit like. On that note, Max and I are going for a walk.