Life according to Flyn

Baby makes his blue jeans talk

2010-11-08T13:48:00.000-08:00

Bathtime=favorite time

2010-10-28T13:27:00.000-07:00

Sick ... again

2010-10-21T07:13:00.000-07:00

Little boy blue, once again you're not feeling well. Last Friday you allready got hit by a fever spell, and yesterday it finally got to you. Now you've been running high temperatures all day and all night, and showing signs of having a cold again. I nearly got desperate by your unwillingness to sleep, and now feel embarrassed 'cause you've slept the entire afternoon. I SO hope the extra rest will be refreshing, and the fever will stay away tonight!

First shoes (aka first Nikes)

2010-10-17T14:06:00.000-07:00

Peeping Flyn

2010-09-29T11:42:00.000-07:00

Sick Baby

2010-09-23T02:22:00.001-07:00

You've been having a cold since weeks, and yesterday I detected some spots on your chest and belly. Since you also had a slight fever, daddy took you to our GP. He diagnosed Fifth Disease (Dutch readers: 'vijfde ziekte'= de vijfde ziekte is een milde vlekjesziekte die veroorzaakt wordt door het Parvo B19-virus). You're spots got worse overnight, now you've got red patches under your eyes, and some spots on your face. It all started out with these little spots:

Though you feel drowsy, you still have fun during the day, it takes a little more effort to put a smile on your face, but it's there!

I'm a small, small boy in a big, big world ...

2010-09-13T12:14:00.000-07:00

Me and my grandpa

2010-09-09T07:15:00.000-07:00

Flyn says: Today is my grandpa's sixty-something birtday. Here's me and him crawling on the floor!

8 Months

2010-09-01T14:02:00.000-07:00

Grabbing mummy's nose

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(and yes, it bled afterwards, since you need a manicure)

Teaching Elvis

2010-08-14T06:43:00.003-07:00

A vital part of every child's education should be Elvis Presley. I'm sure it 'll do my baby good to listen to Elvis, to develop a differentiated taste in music. Furthermore, Elvis is part of history. I'm a little biased, because I used to adore Elvis when I was younger (although he died when I was 11 years old). So today, when I zapped and stumbled upon an Elvis concert, I thought: now is as good a time as any to introduce you to Elvis. I sat you between my legs on the floor, which was a funny sight, wearing my chequered pj's. And see, babyboy, that's the best thing of all: Elvis wouldn't mind.

Watching Sesame Street

2010-08-10T13:36:00.000-07:00

Little Feet

2010-08-03T13:10:00.000-07:00

Seven months

2010-08-01T07:49:00.000-07:00

Today is your seven-month-birthday. Also today we discovered that you get bored by your usual routine. You need more challenges, bodywise and mindwise. So we let you sit up more, in the corner of a grown-up chair. There you sit like your visiting, sharing small talk and inspecting all around you. We let you sit in your babychair too, with some new playstuff. Eating in the babychair is still a little hard; you bend forward to bite from your spoon, and subsequently drop the food from your mouth. You are used to being fed in your bouncer, leaning a little backwards.
You have been wearing your pressure helmet some time now, last week we went to have it adjusted, so now you wear it for longer hours at a time. You don't mind, luckily.
As we enter Month 8, we see so many changes in you that it's eminent you are getting bigger and wiser. Your small little world is changing into a big big world, were new experiences wait around every corner.

Chairman's Chair

2010-07-28T13:43:00.000-07:00

Clothesline

2010-07-24T12:24:00.000-07:00

No these are NOT your clothes. And, sorry to say, I didn't make this myself (though I could and maybe will someday). I found this variation on the flagline in a cute shop in Alkmaar. Couldn't resist it. It brightens up your room even more. And each time I pick you up to put you to bed, you look at the little clothes with sheer curiosity.

The Importance of Family

2010-07-23T15:37:00.000-07:00

Sweet babyboy, let me tell you something about family. You are born into them, carry their genes, and lots of their traits and character. And you get along with them - like a house on fire, or, sometimes, against all common sense. In the past days we lost your greatgrandmother and her oldest son (who's my uncle). Your greatgrandmother got to meet you just once, but you did leave a mark in her memory. We will treasure our memories of her, so we can tell you one day, that for six+ months of your life you had a greatgrandmother.
Family, even the ones you didn't know, leave a legacy. One for you to follow, or one for you to build onto. Everyday you are becoming more of YOU, but never forget: family are for always. In your life and in your heart.

First meatcontaining meal

2010-07-19T12:32:00.000-07:00

On the beach

2010-07-18T14:54:00.000-07:00

Yes, that's your happy feet kicking the air. On our first ever vacation with you, we took you to the beach on a hot summer's day. And it was fun. You slept, you drank, you looked around, you even dipped your feet in the great big sea. As if you were thinking: 'I've done it all now', you started whining, so we took you to a beachbar to give you your bottle, clean you up, and - also important - get something to eat ourselves. We thoroughly enjoyed the week by the Northsea with you, despite the discomforts. First of all, we left home with you suffering from a bad diarrhoea. Daddy went to the pharmacy to get some stuff to prevent dehydration, and some cream for your soar little bum. Also you got very obstinate when we offered you your bottles of formula. You only wanted to drink when lying flat (on the floor, on the grass, on the bed etc.). So we're getting used to feeding you this way, moving you upwards after some minutes. But then there's the times you don't wanna drink milk at all. It's tough to discover what the real reason for this change is. Most likely it's the fact that you're teething, which also explains your sudden cries in the middle of the day or night. We have been enjoying you however, despite these little troubles. You've laughed with devotion, learned new things and requited our love for you with a passion. Sometimes we forget that you were born just over six months ago, still a little baby. So much character, so truly YOU!
Well, little one, overall it's been a wonderful week.

Pressure helmet, Part 2

2010-07-08T12:51:00.000-07:00

Today we went to the instrumentmaker again, for the fitting of the pressure helmet.

picture 1: the unveiling of the helmet!

Flyn got to try on the interior wrapper, which looked very funny.
pictures 2 to 5:

After the the therapist cut the interior wrapping to size (leaving room for ears and eyes :-), Flyn finally got to wear his helmet for the first time. He looks kind of cute, with the white helmet covered with little bears.

pictures 6 and 7

The helmet will be ready to wear in a week and a half. From then on, Flyn will get to wear the helmet 22 hours a day. To be continued ...

Haircut

2010-07-03T07:41:00.000-07:00

I just cut your hair for the second time since you were born. It's very hot weather, and also you will be getting your pressure helmet in a few weeks time. When I look at you there's no doubt: you're a BOY.
A very special boy. This Thursday was your half-year birthday. I can wholeheartedly say that it has been the best six months of my life. I never knew I had so much motherlove left, after raising your big brother Jesse. But there's plenty where that came from, and still more every single day I get to spend with you. Daddy and Jesse also have grown to love you to bits. You are the light of our lives, and hopefully we will stay to be yours!

Mamarazzi Monday

2010-06-28T12:33:00.000-07:00

This is my first Mamarazzi shot. I got the idea from this blog.

Mamarazzi is:
The female version of Papparazzi. (noun)
"Look at that Mamarazzi!"
The one who instead of cleaning up, says
"Wait right here... Let Mommy get her camera...."

Pressure helmet, Part 1

2010-06-24T12:31:00.000-07:00

Today we went to the instrumentmaker to get a plaster mould of Flyn's head. This is needed in order to make the pressure helmet, which he needs to correct his flat head. On this picture you can see the flattening of the right sight of the occiput.

Picture 2: awaiting the procedure, playing with some plastic that the therapist gave him.

Picture 3: head swabbed with some shampoo, to make the removal of the plaster easier.

Pictures 4 and 5:bobbing net on top of it, as a foundation for the plaster.

Picture 6: drawing reference points with a blue marker.

Picture 7: undergoing the placing of the plaster.

Picture 8: getting tired and annoyed.

Picture 9: you've had enough!

Picture 10: shaping the plaster on an unhappy baby's head.

Picture 11: finally done, relieved and overwhelmed in mummy's arms.

Who, me?

2010-06-23T12:34:00.001-07:00

Father's Day

2010-06-20T11:10:00.000-07:00

World Championship Soccer 2010

2010-06-19T07:13:00.000-07:00

Flyn explains the arrangement of the Dutch soccer team:

Letting go

2010-06-10T12:37:00.000-07:00

Tomorrow is officially my first day back at work. Since it is a Friday, I took the day of, so I can start afresh on Monday. I have been at home with my baby for over five months. I live and breathe him. Yesterday we've visited daycare for a few hours, in order for Flyn to get accustomed to the new surroundings. I got to stay, thank God! Tommorow he's going for his second time, I am supposed to leave. It is sooooo hard to let go of my sweet boy, even for a few hours. My heart bleeds, but I know he'll be okay. I will be too, once it settles.

The Great Outdoors

2010-06-04T12:10:00.000-07:00

Summer started in our backyard! Every afternoon I take the cushions for the chairs, make some coffee, put up the parasol and place your campingbed /slash/ playpen underneath it. You love feeling the breeze, watching the branches of the trees move, and looking through the wire mesh, watching me sunbathe and drink coffee. We hear birds sing and bumblebees buzz. Life is good when it's simple: just you and me and a cup of coffee on a sunny afternoon.

NVB : voornaam Flyn

2010-06-03T02:12:00.000-07:00

Uit de vandaag gepubliceerde Nederlandse Voornamenbank. Klik op onderstaande link om te zien hoeveel (weinig:-) Flyn's er in Nederland zijn.
NVB : voornaam Flyn

Translation:
Research shows that only 7 boys in the Netherlands are named Flyn (first name).

Grandpa en me

2010-06-02T05:07:00.000-07:00

Determination

2010-05-21T14:47:00.000-07:00

Sweet boy of mine, these days it's so much joy to look at you play. You roll on your side, you roll on your tummy, and look up with your big blue eyes, as if to say: look what I can do! You find it a little harder - or impossible - to roll back, so then you start calling me for help. In the tummytub you immediately sink, because you put your feet up and try to grab them. You are adorably affectionate, touching our faces, 'talking' to us, and being content just to be in our closeness. Both daddy and I cannot stop our ritual to lay you between us in the bed at seven at night, and cuddle and sing you to sleep before you go to your own bed. We go as far as to sing 'Twinkle twinkle little star' in two voices...(need I say more?)

Happy Sweet Sixteen big brother!

2010-05-19T01:30:00.000-07:00

Doesn't this face

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spell Mischief all over?

Our sweet cuddly baby is turning into an imaginative little rascal! Ever since your sturdy body can move places, we have to watch you, even in the playpen. Your ever exploring hands grab everything, as far as the rug you're laying on. In the morning we find you upside down in your bed. Surely we put you there in the right position, but apparently you take a moonwalk each night :-) Watching you makes us laugh in amazement, listening to your screams of joy and strain is hilarious.

Whatever happened to the newborn with the feeble body, who got tired just from drinking a half filled bottle, and fell asleep with his soft breaths tickling my neck? He's inthere, I still see him, as I always will, no matter how big and strong and adventurous you get!

After a bath

2010-05-12T05:18:00.000-07:00

I dry up quite nicely ...

Mother's Day

2010-05-09T14:02:00.000-07:00

No, they didn't bring me breakfast in bed today, but nevertheless I love them to bits. My big boy, who will be sweet sixteen in 10 days time, and my little one, who just turned four months.

New bathroom wall

2010-05-05T04:22:00.000-07:00

Sunny Wordless Wednesday

2010-04-28T01:21:00.000-07:00

A taste of life

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putting everything in your mouth, including your little hands

checking your jaw for first teeth

having your first banana

Even on bad days, you have to love THIS!

2010-04-21T07:26:00.000-07:00

How do I love thee?

2010-04-17T12:59:00.001-07:00

Let me count the ways ...

You light up our lives, with your being, your sounds, your sweet smell, the twinkle in your eyes ... You are the conclusion of our day, our rise in the morning. And each time our hearts skip a beat by the thought of seeing your sweet face.

Physiotherapy

2010-04-14T03:15:00.000-07:00

Recovery

2010-04-09T06:46:00.000-07:00

OMG, what a few days it has been! On Wednesday night our little boy suddenly got sick, his cough sounded shrieking, he had a light fever, but even more worrying was the apparent tightness in the chest. By that time it was 2 o'clock at night. We called the emergency doctorsoffice, who sent a doctor to see our babyboy. The doctor listened to his chest. As the little man is only fourteen weeks old, the doctor thought it more safe to take Flyn to the hospital. And so we went, in the middle of the night, daddy driving, mummy with the sick boy on her lap. It was a twenty minute drive, but it felt like a lot longer! Listening to our baby's exhausting breathing and seeing the long dark road ahead didn't do much good for our bloodpressures!

Finally we got to the hospital. The paediatrician (who by the way also was woken up by the call from the hospital) diagnosed pseudo-croup. Our babyboy got nebulized with some Pulmicort, which should make him feel better in a couple of hours. Daddy could sleep in the hospitalroom with Flyn (since I'm dreading hospitals after my delivery!), and I drove the long way home (which I found quite scary, at 4 in the morning). After a few hours of sleep, I drove back to the hospital (well, my dad drove:-), and at midday we could take Flyn home, along with some instructions and a Pulmicort prescription. Last night we put a bed next to the babybed, to watch over our little patient. His airways are still somewhat clogged, like he has a bad cold, but he's getting better, and drinking, smiling, 'talking' and playing like ever.

Most favorite toy at the moment: his chubby legs (as you can see on the picture!)

I hate the cap!

2010-04-07T07:26:00.000-07:00

Easter bunny

2010-04-06T13:56:00.000-07:00

We tried to get a nice easter picture of our little boy, but as you can see, he's not that into it:-) Never mind, we were glad he was back to his old happy self, after four awful days. Last Wednesday, Flyn got his vaccination, and he had a bad reaction to it. First of he started crying in agony all Wednesday afternoon. Then he screamed each time we put him to bed. Also his arm became red and hot (the shots were in his legs). And the most worrying was the fact that he got very hyper, like we had been putting coffee in his bottle for days! It wasn't until this Monday that he finally recovered. Now he is so relaxed and fun all day, making massive progress in his development. We're so proud of our little man!

Wordless Wednesday: On the road

2010-03-24T13:18:00.000-07:00

This is what we do these days

2010-03-18T13:08:00.000-07:00

It's finally spring, after months of freezing cold and snow. The pram has been standing in the hallway, awaiting clear skies and higher temperatures.
So, yesterday we started by strolling the neighbourhood. Today we went to the towncentre, to do a little shopping. I bought some cute trousers and a hoodie for you. I love walking with the pram, but I hate manoeuvreing the thing in the shops! You were asleep when I browsed through the babyclothes, so I could take my time. We took our time walking back home, taking a different route. When we went to the centre we walked alongside the canal, very peaceful and relaxing. In both directions we had bridges to cross, so you went up and down in your pram. All the way you were looking through the little plastic window in the hood of your pram, seeing blue skies, treebranches and shopceilings. There's a whole lot a' world out there, and finally you get to see it!

Freedom

2010-03-16T08:44:00.001-07:00

that's what seems to be the word you'd say if you could talk. So much going on, developmentwise.
* you try to roll over by pushing your head backwards, in an attempt to move your shoulders in the wanted direction
* you touch (and slam) things, also big buttons on your toys
* you drink five bottles in a full day, sleeping through the night!
* you 'talk' more, making gargle sounds and training your vowels
* in the tummytub, you stretch your legs and push upwards, in an attempt to stand up
* you look at who's coming through the door
* you smile a lot, with sounds and all!
* you recognise the people who are most around you (like me, dad, your brother, your grandparents)
* when we come to your bed after you've been sleeping, you smile in the most amazing way
* you GROW!!!
all of this at 10,5 weeks old ...

The best place in the whole wide world

2010-03-11T11:58:00.000-08:00

is on your mummy's shoulder. You drule, you snore, you totally surrender. When you feel al little unpleasant, I lift you in my arms, and it only takes minutes to get you to sleep. It's the sweetest feeling ever!

A day in the life of ...

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us.

Out and about

2010-03-06T13:01:00.000-08:00

You're nine weeks old now, and even though there's still snow (for the last three months!!!), we get out more with you. Today we went shopping and afterwards we went to see your grandparents. While we drank coffee, you got your bottle by grandpa. Oh, how great it is to drink your formula, after painting the town!

Wordless Wednesday (woordeloze woensdag)

2010-03-03T12:10:00.001-08:00

Mugshot

2010-03-01T12:33:00.000-08:00

Newsflash: you slept through the night for the first time!!! Go Flyn!

At the gym

2010-02-28T10:40:00.000-08:00

It's imperative for you to learn by play. Today we put your babygym in your playpen. It's a wooden gym we got from a co-worker of your dad, who's boys have outgrown it. First you looked at it, then daddy pushed some of the toys. Your arms and legs started crawling with excitement and there you went ... waving your arms towards the hanging toys. You went into raptures over this amazing plaything, making exuberant noises. So much to look forward to during your development in the coming months and years!

Promise you won't laugh ...

2010-02-23T14:19:00.000-08:00

What's the connection between these two?

Okay, I'll share this embarrassing story. The other night I finally fell asleep, which is a luxury being a mum of a newborn. And when I sleep these days, I sleep DEEP. Which means I dream very intense. Well, here is what I dreamt the other day.
Me and my sis were at a Bruce Springsteen gig. Not a big concert, but just for a small party. As we had visited a Springsteen concert before, we assumed Bruce already knew us, so we stood in front, face to face with the band. Of course Bruce would recognize us, as if we were old friends. Then Bruce started to dance to the music with one of the girls. It only lasted shortly, then he reached his hand to me, to invite me to dance with him. I floated towards him and got ready to be swayed in his arms. "O my God'," I kept saying. Then I felt a rough pat on my shoulder. And again. My husband attempted to wake me up, because, yes: the baby woke up to be fed! I had to regain myself, slightly confused and dissapointed. Why? Why at that specific moment? I had a dream. I was dancing with Bruce Springsteen. In my little boy's bedroom I reminiscined the dream, looking at my babyboy drinking warm milk in the still of the broken night.

Seven weeks

2010-02-19T13:11:00.000-08:00

you are in this world.

I could never have imagined to have so much joy by just looking at you. Sure, it's tiring at times, but overall I get overcome by love, just being with you. And it just gets better, 'cause nowadays you smile, starting with a smirk and a twinkle in your eyes, and transforming into a radiant sunburst.

And, for the record, here's some new developments:
* you look at both hands individually, and move them past your eyes, open, closed, fingers stretched, it keeps you amazed
* you drink more formula each time, starting to stretch the hours between feeds
* you hardly moan anymore when we change you, or when we dry you, rub your body with bodylotion, and dress you after a bath
* you respond immediately when you see someone new (or 'old', like us:-), by looking interested
* your tiny body isn't so tiny anymore; you're a yummy chubby baby
* you can hold your head straight all the time now, as your neck gets stronger and stronger
* you are so much more aware of everything that happens
* you love it when I read to you, making little noises to the melody of my voice
* when you don't have bowel spasms, you are the happiest little chap in the world
* you looooove to sleep against my chest, with your face squeezed against my neck (which by the way is the best feeling ever for your mummy!)

Would you be my Valentine?

2010-02-14T14:22:00.000-08:00

Look at the hand

2010-02-13T06:22:00.000-08:00

We've reached a new fase in your sensori-motor development; you found out that your hands are moveable bodyparts, that you can control. So you move your hand towards your face and then move it away while following it with your eyes. To you it's a major discovery, to have your own limbs as toys! The picture above shows you watching your right-hand move at your own command.

Everything seems to change fast now. Today you no longer sleep under a blanket, but in a sleepingbag. We decided to do so because of the numerous times we came to your bed and found you on top of the blanket, or even at the head of the bed.

Casestudy

2010-02-09T13:21:00.001-08:00

Every day you grow and learn. If I were to make an essay on child-development, you would be a usefull subject. Five weeks (and some) old, you gave us your first big smiles (not the random ones you did as a tiny tiny baby). And you start making these sweet babynoises, that we call 'talking'. They sound like: "Aah" and "Eeh", some short, some stretched. I talk back to you in the same tone of voice, so you repeat these tones that sound like music to my ears.

Miffy

2010-01-31T14:05:00.000-08:00

When I was pregnant with you, we decorated your room and bought clothes and toys. It's not that we had a theme or anything, but as time went by, there seemed to be more and more Miffy's in our house.

Dad bought you some Miffy toys, I bought you some Miffy clothes, your grandparents bought you a Miffy carrousel and you also got some Miffy stuff for Christmas and as a birthpresent. I never liked Miffy very much, but nowadays I associate Miffy with you, so I grow accustomed to him (is it a he?).

The sweetness of you

2010-01-29T15:00:00.000-08:00

Today has been a cozy day. You were relaxed most of the time, and we cuddled a lot! When we had visitors, they held you for a while, then you safely returned to my arms. And boy, did I love it! You curled your toes from sheer pleasure when you were laying against my shoulder. Everywhere I go I smell the sweet scent of baby Flyn, it's all in the imagination, I guess. I gave you countless kisses, layed my cheeck against yours when you were sleeping, and consider myself fortunate to have you in my life.

What's up there?

2010-01-28T06:59:00.000-08:00

Ever since you were born, you have been fascinated by two things: light and everything above you. Even plain ceilings take your breath away.

Do all mums get confused?

2010-01-26T06:50:00.000-08:00

Today I can't seem to understand you as I use to. First of all the feeding times are all messed up, since you came early each time yesterday. That's why we had to feed you twice last night (although technically half past five might be considered the morning). Today's schedule became a mess. I fed you at nine, twelve and three, which makes it one feed to many (the half past five one should have been at seven). But halfway through the morning I didn't care about that anymore, 'cause you were awake and not happy. To pass time I layed you on the bed and took some pictures of you. Then I rubbed your little legs and feet with bodylotion.

Nothing seemed to work. Everytime I layed you in your bed, you cried. When I picked you up en held you, you stopped crying and were wide awake. Very unusual right after feeds. After your three o'clock bottle I decided that enough was enough. I picked you up once to calm you down and rock you almost asleep. Then I layed you down. I heard you protest somewhat, but since I know that keeping you from sleep would be the worst thing after all these waking hours, I went downstairs and waited for you to calm down. Which you did. You have been asleep for almost an hour now, and I hope you keep that up for at least another one.

That look

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makes me wonder which wise words are on your mind. It's so obvious that you hold a treasure of thoughts and feelings inside that tiny body.

That look is also very convenient, because it makes people want to hold you (and hug and kiss you) So even without words, you know how to get your message accross!

Family traditions

2010-01-24T11:47:00.001-08:00

I used to think that little babies didn't have concious intentions. Reading about three week old babies on the internet, you learn that it is not possible to spoil them and that they cannot be expected to have a rythm in the things they want and do. Since they are only a few weeks out of the womb, they live on primal instincts only.

So our little man has a primal need to be in a kingsize bed after dinner. Not just yesterday and today, but everyday. He cries when we put him to bed after his bottle, and when we gently lay him in the big bed, he sighs and relaxes. We surrender by laying next to him, which makes him groan with pleasure. He sleeps comfortly between mum and dad, not even minding the Sunday soccer playing on the television. In the old days the two of us (now your mum and dad) lay here after dinner to relax after a days work. I even got some sleep most evenings. Now we just stare at you sleeping and catch the pacifier when it drops from your mouth. Not only have you become the center of our world - once daily you are the center of our bed.

You can't be fooled

2010-01-23T13:01:00.000-08:00

although I tried to today.

When you woke up late this afternoon, we decided to bath you, and then give you the bottle. You really enjoyed dad washing you (the picture just shows you closing your eyes because there's water running over your face).

Finally, at 15.30 you got your bottle. I hoped you'd skip a feed, and would wake up at 19.30. But no way, at 18.00 you were more than ready to be fed again! Well, I still sensed an opportunity: what if you skipped the 20.00 bottle and slept till the early night? No! You stuck to your schedule of laying in our big bed, as you do every night around dinnertime. So we had to cuddle you and yes, feed you again at nine.

Back to the old schedule it is ... Even if you stretch the hours between feeds, you always return to your usual routine. Which is a routine, in fact.

Start you up

2010-01-22T06:55:00.000-08:00

It seems funny that you're wearing this shirt today. After me complaining about keeping you busy between feeds, you slept away the entire morning, just having a break for a bottle at 10:30. When some family came round to visit you, we had to wake you up at almost 15:00, 'cause you were sleeping again. This is what you looked like - and yes, if I fool myself, you are smiling.

To our "relief", you got back to your own active self after your bottle at 15.00, so now it's back to the lap, the pacifier and an early bottle I suspect.

Almost three weeks

2010-01-21T12:47:00.000-08:00

We started the new year as a brandnew family; just before midnight on January 1st, at 23.45, you were born. Tomorrow you'll be three weeks old, and boy, did you change a lot in this short time!
During these three weeks:
* your hair got lighter (it's getting more "gold")
* your eyes went from dark blue to blue-grey
* you're eyes don't wonder around seeing nothing, they focus on people and things - and light!
* you immediately start to drink as soon as the bottle touches your lips (no longer searching for the nipple)
* you drink lots (7 times apr. 100 cc of formula) and don't stop at 60 cc anymore
* you incorporate "playtime" in your day, which usually means mummy taking pictures of you

I could say that it's like you've always been here, but that wouldn't be true. I remember too well what it felt like to live without a baby schedule (which isn't a schedule at all!), and I get confused when I wake up, until I realise it's your voice that's calling me. So me, daddy, and your big bro are still in the process of getting used to a newborn in the house, while you seem to have settled perfectly - especially in our big grown-up-bed. As we noticed, these past weeks have gone by quickly, so it will only be a matter of time until we are an ordinary family of four, living day-to-day life as usual!