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Miles is Massive!

So Danielle took Mile and Big T to the doc yesterday. Miles has be refluxing just like Thomas used to. The poor boy has been crying his eyes out and been more or less inconsolable at times. With Thomas, we were dead set against medication our kid. That lasted until he was 4 months old. It sucked. We’re not making the same mistake this time!

So the doc prescribed Zantac for our little dude. He gets 0.7mL twice a day. He absolutely HATES the taste.

Parenting tip: have a boob at the ready when medicating your newborn!

So the doc weighed our little dude. He came in at 11lbs 11oz. Or, put another way… Huge! He then took a massive poo and the re-weighed him. 11lbs 9 oz!

I am your father (inhale)

This is not at all about Miles, or babies, but it is about fatherhood. This evening, before bath time (and after as this took a while), I had an epic battle with Thomas.

We were playing light sabers (a common practice with him) and he fell off of our bed. Like any fairly recent bed, ours is wicked high. Let’s say three feet.

So Thomas tumbled out. But, he bounced right back up and when I said “I am your father” and I tried to cut off his hand (pretending of course), he said “no, I’m *your* father!” and
He went for my wrist.

Anyone who says fatherhood isn’t awesome is doing it wrong.

Sterilize Yo Self Before You Wreck Yo Self

We’re trying some new pacifiers today (for Miles, not Danielle or me, though sometimes I wonder if they’d help …).

At the store, there was some talk of whipping one out and popping it in his craw. I almost said yes until I saw that they, like everything (including the fancy top-o-the-line iPhone with which I’m creating this here blog post), had made the long trip from a Chinese factory to us. So, we decided to hold off.

I wonder where things will be made when Miles is a grown up.

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Dirty Birdy

Miles managed to puke all over himself yesterday. So we figured it was time to actually give him a bath.

See that clock in the backgroud? Yeah, it was nearly 10pm and Thomas was still with us. Good times!

What’s your hot water heater broken? I’m naked here, how about a little heat?!

I can’t place it, but I remember being in a nice warm bath before …

If only I weren’t so nearsighted, this right hook would have totally dropped my Dad. He has a glass chin and it’s his fault I’m in this cold water at 10pm.

I propose we rethink this bath thing …

Shrinkage!

Brothers!

Wait, I thought the next picture was supposed to be the silly one!

Ain’t no party like a Miles pary!

Sunday was Mile’s first full day at home. He spent most of it sleeping. Then he met his Grandmommy and Pop Pop and watched us all eat BBQ. He was fine with that though, as boob > BBQ any day of the week.

Thomas gives Miles laughter lessons.

Miles, meet you Grandmommy and Pop Pop.

Miles is unimpressed by Grandmommy’s bling.

Thomas shows off his sweet new Pats shirt.

Pics from Miles last day in the hospital.

On Saturday afternoon we brought Miles home from the hospital.

Wait, you want to leave Mt. Auburn Hospital? Are you crazy? I love this place!

The guys have a nice laugh about farts.

No one can fight the power of Miles’ kissable head. No one.

Did we mention that the food at Mt. Auburn was actually really good?

If we stuff this in here, will he be quiet?

On the road again …

Home is boring!

Phew, I caught it!

You know you want to. You’re weak! You can’t fight it! Come on, give me a kiss!

The rest of the pics can be seen here: http://www.snaptom.com/Baby/20111015-Miles-Miles-Miles