Four Weeks Old

The time, it flies. It feels both incredibly recent and incredibly long ago that we were in the hospital preparing to induce labor.

Of course, the good news is, he gets a one-month birthday on Saturday. Had he been born a day later, we'd have been forced to forgo it.

Anyway, recently got around to uploading a bunch of shots from, well, four weeks ago, among others. As before, go to Snapfish for more.

That's what I get for thinking

So I had just settled back into bed after the 4am feeding. Over the monitor, I could hear Calvin quietly cooing to himself, and I was contentedly sandwiched in between a deeply breathing husband and a happily purring cat as I drifted back to sleep. Life is good, I thought.

And then, of course, within 30 seconds, Marc started snoring, Calvin started crying, and Floyd started poking me in the face with his paw. At least I had the presence of mind to be amused at my own audacity, and to recognize that this is what I should expect for the foreseeable future (like, say, 18 years... at least).

Language

When we were married, it took quite a while to get used to using the words "husband" and "wife" (and, before that, "fiance"). Why does it seem that "Mom" and "Dad" do not require the same transition period?...

The First Two Weeks

It's such a cliche... and yet, don't some cliches exist for a reason? It is extraordinary how much he has changed in 14 short days, and how much we change with him. I don't have the mental capacity to write much more now (really, Calvin? eating every three hours? man, babies have it good), but a few photos are below... these and others are also online at Snapfish.

Welcome.

To Calvin Murphy Elzweig.

Born January 28, 2009, 3:34 pm, Chicago, IL, weighing 8 lb, 9 oz and 22 inches long.

(Photo: Waking up, January 29, checking out dad)

1 in a Series of N

Where N will, I assume, approach infinity. Theorizing that the likelihood of me being six months pregnant just in time for Halloween was unlikely to happen again, Marc and I decided that a theme costume was clearly in order. And, as such, I present the first photo which we have no doubt we will enjoy using to embarrass Ozmo during his or her adolescent years:

And for those who are wondering, that dress is not from a costume shop, but from a website that purports to sell actual maternity clothes. What you can't tell from the photo, sadly, is that it came down to the mid-thigh area, if that. And that the neckline was, um, deep. It was fascinating. And led to many jokes about how women who dress like that after becoming pregnant? Well, it's not hard to guess how they got that way (ruining my feminist cred a little here, but come on! it's just so easy!). Sadly, though, the sequins scratched my arms up so badly that the dress ended up in the dumpster the next morning, so I'm afraid you'll never get the chance to see it yourself.

What I Learned Today

It may not be the wisest decision in the world to send the pregnant woman shopping for the Halloween candy.