Allow Me To Introduce Myself

Hello. My name is "Rodrigo" and I have been here a month.
I have begun experimenting with smiles, much to the confusing delight of my mother. She gets so excited, though she still can't be sure when I'm smiling and when I have gas. I think I'll keep her guessing for now.
I have recently decided that adults are not the boring creatures I'd thought. I find them most interesting, though still only really notice them when they interfere with my observations of light.
I do not believe in schedules. Good thing mom's a stay-at-home, right? Otherwise she might be very cranky with my highly unpredictable sleeping and eating patterns.
I've also begun to enjoy bath time with my father - that is, once they realized they could warm up the bathroom with a space heater. Much better than coming out wet into the cold, don't you think?
Lifting my head high during tummy time still eludes me, but I am getting quite accomplished at using my head as leverage to try and escape those horrible burping sessions. Ugh.
I'm a dreamer. No, really. My sleep is quite noisy as I stretch and react vocally to the scenes playing in my head. It's quite fun in there.


Happy one month, baby boy!

Things I Love About My Boy

Sometimes, when I offer it, he scrunches up his face and looks at me like "I don't need no stinkin' binky!"


When he sleeps, he'll suddenly stretch out his right arm while tucking his left arm behind his head. If you're not sure what this looks like, picture that pose used by so many of the "cool kids" back in the early 2000's.


His eyes appear to be changing to a deep slate gray color, but I can't be sure. It's like he's keeping me in suspense.


The way he frowns when he wakes up. It makes him look just like his daddy (who I can never tell whether or not he's cranky when I wake him up to change a diaper...)


When I offer his binky the second time, he's so excited that he can't keep his head still and frantically turns side to side trying to "chase" the thing into his mouth.


His mouth when I give him gripe water.


The way he sometimes "hugs" me when I'm burping him.

Photo Update

A quick peek into the mind of a not-quite-one-month-old is really quite revealing.

"Hmm, I wonder what I should do today...?"

"Maybe I'll take a nap, have a bit of a snack, another nap and then -"

"Wait! You're going to put me DOWN for the nap? Never mind, then."

*Sigh* Babies. Aren't they adorable?

Welcome To The World, Baby Boy!

Rodrigo has made his entrance into the world.  The stinker was exactly a week early. I'd fallen asleep around midnight, woke up around 2 and made myself some breakfast, then began to seriously clean our back office/clutter room/ Spare Oom for my parents' use when they would arrive on the 31st. 
Then the contractions started.
I warned Pooh when he got up of the impending possibility, but I highly doubted it would amount to anything, and we agreed he should go to work and I'd keep him updated. I was so confident that I had time and that I might even be sent back home that I started to make a mental shopping list of things I wanted to pick up before calling my friend to take me to the hospital.
One shower later and that was absolutely out of the question! I called my friend immediately and finished getting dressed, but I was somehow still pretty confident that I'd get sent home. We get there, and bless her she stayed with me until Pooh could get relieved by a substitute and make it down (several hours). 
My Mom miraculously was able to get a flight and get down with my sister and brother-in-law with just an hour to spare! Our little Piglet (who sits before me in his swing pooping his adorable brains out) graced us with his presence at 7:24pm, almost exactly 12 hours after I'd arrived at the hospital.
He's such a funny little kid! He makes the greatest faces and has the best "what in the world are you doing?" look I've ever seen! We (and by "we" I mean Mom and I) believe his eyes will be brown, but Pooh is holding out that they won't.
I know I love this kid, because nothing in this world could make me so sleep deprived and live. Except him.
Pictures to come when Nana isn't napping in the Spare Oom. That's where all the pictures are hidden.