Mums the word

Today was George's first day home alone with mom. Highlights included sleeping in until 10 am, lunching with Gossip Girl, and singing a duet with Mom while she showered.  Mom really didn't like his singing and thinks it still sounds like screaming.  It's tough facing critics at such a young age....

Spoils of the Weekend

Grandchild being spoiled spotted this past weekend at the Babcock-Olson residence!  Ma Babcock rode into Brooklyn Saturday afternoon to meet her latest grandchild, and she totally loves him as evidenced in the photos below.  The wee one slept nicely in her arms and only started to cry once passed to Dad.  Four brave souls and one wee soldier survived a rite of passage (brunch), which ended in tears.  Thankfully, the wee one waited until the bill had been paid.  (Thanks, grandma!)

Feet and Fingers Audit

As promised in a post earlier this week, we have finally initiated our annual audit for George's feet and fingers.  Our survey spot-checked available inventory and then compared the recorded numbers to those held on file.  Since the initial check was flawless, we found little reason to continue the audit further.  However, Kirsten insisted that we complete the task we set out to do.  I hotly contested that the intention of the audit is to not comprehensively review all stock, but only a portion.  In this first step, we only go further when we have discovered a discrepancy.  Kirsten did not relent, and ten seconds later, we confirmed (and then reconfirmed) George indeed possessed ten sweet little fingers and ten sweet little toes.  (Note to IRS: hands off.)  Please see the fruit of our labors below:

Less Cranky, More Sleep

I had 4 naps last night, which totals near 10 hours of sleep.  Kirsten is jealous.  George is a little less cranky.  The family took a walk to the nearby nursery (for plants) around 3 pm.  George napped the entire time.  We also discovered the tranquil effects of the swinging bassinet.  It was a fairly quiet day, thankfully, and we look forward to a similar day tomorrow.

Having a Wail of a Time

Young George embarked on his very first real bath (sponge baths were advised until his umbilical stump fell off and his belly button healed, which it has, thank you very much.) We were equally excited because we've been itching to use the lovely whale tub Jessica has so thoughtfully provided. However, young George cared neither for the whale tub or the bath. He registered his discontent in a rather undemocratic, but dramatic, fashion by giving us a liquid rainbow at the end of the bathtub. Though, we were pleased there was no pot of gold at the end of this rainbow.

Weigh In!

Sorry, this should have been posted yesterday, but George decided it was time to demonstrate his ability to remain fussy for a marathon long 5 hours. The pediatrician was very pleased with his progress as he gained a 1/2 pound since his visit last week. He now weighs 8 lbs, 1 oz. His reward? Not another doctor's appointment for three whole weeks. Plus, he peed on the doctor again. I detect a pattern here ....

Napper's Ahoy!

After a couple of late nights cruising Manhattan and Brooklyn, the boys find themselves pretty exhausted and taking a 2 hour extravaganza in the living room!  When asked if they would repeat their late night hijinks, the guy with the funny hair said that the little one will determine if he needs another midnight romp to settle him into a nice sleep. Please note the cat typically sleeps on his perch pretty much all day; he doesn't leave the house .... If any one can help me upload sound files to the blog, I will start including recordings of his cries, his baby mutters, and other George-created sounds .... I promise to dedicate a blog posting to his fingers and toes soon .....