Long time no blog. Sorry. I've been in baby heaven, just got back. Will is doing quite well, aside from an eye infection he's getting over. He hit his three week growth spurt, and has been growing like a weed. Since he's now almost five weeks, I'm waiting for the growth spurt to pass. Anytime now. Of course, we have the six week spurt coming up awfully fast. He used to eat every 3 to 4 hours, occasionally sleeping 5 or 6 hours at night. Now I'm lucky if he lasts 4 hours. It's not uncommon for him to need to eat every 2 hours or a little less even. He was born at 6 pounds 2 ounces and 17 1/2 inches long. He's now 7 pounds 6 ounces and 23 1/2 inches long. He actually grew an inch and a quarter just in the last week. He's definitely showing more preference for the evening. He's most awake and active between six and midnight. The kid's gonna be watching Jay Leno before he's a year old at this rate, I swear. 1 AM seems to be his magic hour; if he's been fussy and awake up to that point, he's drop like a rock at one and sleep for at least three hours. It's interesting. And yes, he does get fussy and keep me up sometimes. He's still a really good baby, and believe me, we appreciate that. My mom is staying with us right now, and it's so great to have an extra set of hands around, especially when Will is a little fussy and I want to take a nap, or she'll start dinner while I'm feeding him etc. Since Steve has gone back to work now, it's really nice. Obviously she won't be here forever (we get about two more weeks), but it'll really help me to figure out a routine that works for me, Will, and the puppies. Tami came to stay with us for several days when we first brought Will home from the hospital, but she really didn't have anything to do. Will was still not really doing anything but sleeping and eating, and didn't have any degree of fussiness to speak of. Poor Tami. She pretty much played fetch with Ramsey the entire time she was visiting. Ramsey loved it, of course, but I can't speak for Tami.

   It's amazing how as soon as you have a baby, your life becomes all about convenience. Disposable diapers? Bring 'em on. A home cooked meal turns from chicken pot pie made from scratch to Kraft Mac 'n' Cheese. One corner of our living room has turned into the baby shrine: playpen, changing table, a bookcase with bins for his clothes and blankets, large packages of diapers and wet wipes (we buy in bulk of course), and stroller. The baby himself floats around the room on a cloud of parent. Up to today he still had a little jaundice, but it's officially gonzo. We've been putting him in the sun on a regular basis since we brought him home, but the last couple of days have finally been warm enough that we could put him out to sunbathe in nothing but his diaper, and that really helped. He's a strong little kid, especially for a preemie. He has no problem picking up his head and even holding it upright while we're holding him on our shoulders. The other day he actually stood for a few seconds on Steve's lap, with Steve only holding his hands to balance him. So my huzzy is finally understanding why I complained so much when I was getting kicked the last month or two of the pregnancy. I am so happy to not be pregnant anymore. I can't say I hated it the whole time, but I probably won't be in a huge hurry to repeat the process. Especially since I'll have a little one to care for already. I can't imagine being that sick with morning sickness with a young child. It was so bad I literally could not get off the couch to do anything but run to the bathroom to throw up for weeks, even with the meds. Hopefully it won't be quite like that the second time around. But that's a ways off yet. Right, Steve?