Wednesday, Dec 28th
I'm starting to get used to the new digs, sleeping better at night which means I can be more awake during the day (though never fear, I'm still fussing enough to keep Mom and Dad on their toes - don't want to make things
too easy for them!).
But the good part of being awake more in the day is I have some time to play with the new stuff I got for Christmas! (yes, I know technically
should be getting my thank you notes out before playing, but I have people to take care of that sort of thing... right, Dad?) So far my favorites are two high-contrast toys I got from Grammy and Grandpa K (thank guys!). One is a book with black and white pictures - I like the butterfly the best - and the other is a stuffed peacock that has black and white patterns on the back (I guess the front is for once I can see color better).
Check it out - Dad's holding it for me:
...and then this is when I decide I'm done and ready for some more sleep:
So it was a nice day, I had some good play time throughout the day with Dad while Mom was visiting Ben at the hospital, and then got to cuddle with Mom a bit when she came home:
I slept well that night - did two solid 3+ hour stretches which Mom and Dad appreciated!
On
Thursday, Dec 29th
Since I had slept well, I had a lot of awake time earlier in the day (I tend to get tireder (more tired? well, if the grammar's wrong sue me, I'm a baby) as the day goes on).
For instance usually I want to go right to sleep after my morning feeding but this time I was wide awake:
Since I was awake, Mom took the opportunity to play my
On the Day You Were Born book, which was another Christmas present from Grammy and Grandpa K (I made out like a bandit, didn't I!). In fact, it actually had recordings of their voices reading the story, which I must admit confused me quite a bit at first since books aren't supposed to talk....
...but once I had my paci in I felt better and listened to the story.
After that I was tuckered out and slept most of the rest of the day, only waking up to eat. In fact I can't really say I even woke up 100% for my feedings, usually I ate while still half-asleep. But the nurse says that's okay, it probably means I'm growing some more brains (well, she said "brain development" but I think we know that means growing brains).
Since it was a nice night, Mom and Dad decided to go for a little walk and look at some Christmas lights. I volunteered to stay home, but was overruled. However they packed me up in a nice warm swaddled carrier so I wasn't too upset - didn't have to actually do anything myself, just slept most of the way.
When we got home Dad gave me a bath and my night feeding while Mom went to sleep so she could wake up with me in the morning. I liked the bath, it was nice and warm, and I managed to not poop or pee during the bath which I thought was pretty impressive (I did toot on Dad a little just to let him know what
could've happened). After that and my feeding I was nice and comfy so fell right asleep. Aren't I cute?
I slept well again, only waking up twice. And that brings us to
Friday, Dec 30th
This is actually a pretty big day: it's the day Ben and I were
supposed to be born (full-term), had some people not been so eager to get out early that the cause Mom to go into preterm labor. Boys....
Anyhow, since Mom and Dad are on an alternating schedule of visiting Ben, today was a lot like Wednesday (other than that I was feeling a
lot better in the morning since overnight I had finally gotten out this giant poop I had been working on for two days - whew!).
And like Thursday I slept a lot so I must be growing more brains again - I'm gonna have a
TON of brains if this keeps up! Albert Einstein, here I come!
As usual, Mom did my morning feeding...
...then I went right back to sleep.
I stayed home with Dad again while mom went to go see Ben, and we played a little bit but I couldn't make up my mind if i wanted to be asleep or awake so it was kind of half-hearted on my part. But Dad was a trooper and stuck with it even though it meant he didn't get much done (though really what does he have to do that's better than hanging out with me anyway?)
You'll notice the half-asleep look in most of my adventures that afternoon:
Finally we gave up on playing and I just rested on Dad's legs while he read a book.
After my next feeding, it was nice out again so Dad took me outside (in his arms, and we didn't leave the front porch, but still a trip given that normally I'm only in the living room or my bedroom) for a little bit. I don't like the outside - it's too bright out there! Even when Dad stood to block the light from me it was too bright so I just kept my eyes shut until we went back in. I do like the warmth though!
When we came back in I slept
on Dad's chest for about an hour. That was pretty comfy! Got my tummy time in here too, managed to lift
my head up
three times with my arms - go me!
When Mom came home we played on my play mat a little bit but I was still half-asleep
(Dad took this pic with his foot to give a sense of how big I am now. He's a size 10 for reference. I know, he's weird....)
Oh, and in other me-related news, Dad got the bill for my hospital stay, and showed it to me so I knew how expensive I was. You can see my reaction, which was similar to his.
He said Ben and I better be ready to open a lot of lemonade stands to start paying it back. Personally, I just think it confirms what we already knew, which is that I'm a pretty awesome commodity worth a lot of money.
To liven things up after that, I decided to go with a little end of year prank. Since I had been pretty good the past couple days, I thought maybe Mom and Dad were getting a little too comfortable with the schedule and hence needed to be thrown for a loop a bit this evening. So when Mom fed me at night I kept spitting up all over her (which was particularly amusing since she had already changed from
Ben throwing up all over
her at the hospital), but kept wanting more food every time I spit some up, then spit up the new food, so it was a vicious circle. Finally they got wise to me and stopped feeding me.
Since I had already gotten Mom, I then gave Dad his own trouble by crying and not going to sleep until he rocked me for about half an hour. But In the end he couldn't be mad at me because I gave him this cute face as I went to sleep:
In the immortal words of Mr. Bugs Bunny, ain't I a stinker? :-)
More over the weekend, in the meantime have a happy new year's eve everyone! I plan to hit the town myself -
if I can stay up till midnight, which I haven't been real successful with thus far but I have a good feeling about tomorrow....
