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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.


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 …



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:

Messing with us

I do believe that Miles Isaak is messing with us. A 5 day old boy just can’t be this easy going. Seriously, it’s weird. If he’s being held, he’s generally chill. In fact, he’s usually out like a light. When he’s not being held, and wants to be (always), well, that’s a different story, but still, this is a new experience for us.

In fact, the last three nights have been almost bizarrely good. He’s sleeping for good stretches, and then just waking up to feed. Once he has a clean diaper and full belly, he’s right back out. Part of this is likely the fact that he’s presently sleeping with Danielle (zero stir-to-boob delay), but we’ll take it. The only reason I’m not feeling 100% rested is that I’m an idiot and don’t sleep enough. I can’t blame Miles for that.

Also, this whole having three sets of hands around has been sooo excellent. Tonight Janice goes back to Cleveland, and we’ll be back to the reality of no longer outnumbering the little ones. We all know that when there’s a tie, kids to adults, kids win…

In other news, Miles has his first checkup yesterday. He’s only a half an ounce away from 9lbs after his initial drop, and he’s otherwise perfectly healthy and chill. Did I mention that he was chill?

This whole office to Thomas’ new big boy room thing has really cramped my picture processing style. I might have to start taking even more with the iPhone just to fill in the blanks.