You have no idea how many shots it took to get one where he looked halfway alive.
So Jim was a week old on Saturday. It's kind of weird - feels like he's been here forever, but I also can't believe he's a week old already. Apparently sleep-deprivation has addled my brain.
Anyway, for the sake of keeping track, here is a list of interesting (to me, and I'm biased) things Jim does this week:
- Baby bird face! Whenever he's hungry, he gapes his mouth wide open and starts pecking at whatever is near his face. This is especially amusing when he's on Noah - he always tries to latch on. He gave Noah a hickey in the hospital.
- Tries adorably but futilely to look at stuff. He can't manage to focus on anything, but he does generally get his eyes pointed in the same direction, which I count as a victory.
- Kicks like a bandit whenever he's on his belly. He's got strong little legs, actually. He can move himself about three inches a minute just by sheer powerful flailing. Noah is extremely proud and expects that he'll be setting power-lifting records by the time he's six.
- Poops a LOT, especially if he's just been changed three minutes prior. Fortunately for me, he has so far restricted peeing on the changing table to those times when Noah is changing him.
- Sleeps better for Noah than for me. Harumph.
- Eats every ten minutes. I am extremely grateful that breastfeeding is going so smoothly (I think I'm getting calluses or something, because even the soreness is going away), but I feel like a milk cow. We spend most of every day on the couch watching Jane Austen adaptations on Netflix with him happily slurping away. On the up side, he's extremely adorable when he's eating, even when he pulls off mid-flow and soaks the front of my dress.
- He can lift his head up pretty well for a newborn. If he's lying on my chest he can pull his head back and look at me for a couple of seconds before flopping back down or rearing over backwards and scaring the crap out of me.
That's essentially it for the first week. Newborns don't do much, as it turns out. At least he's damned cute.
His opinion of having one-week pictures taken. That's a yawn, not a screech, just so you know.