A Whole Week

I'm a week old today. In that time, I've been to see 3 doctors. No worries, I've heard it's routine. The first time was two days after I got home. Diagnosis: "everything's great!" (I coulda told 'em that.) I'd lost some weight (again, that's normal) and weighed in at 9lbs 1oz. Then we saw the doctor who pulled me out of Mommy's belly. He, too, said I looked great. (Mommy does too.) Then yesterday Mommy and Daddy took me back to my doctor--frankly, I could do without the cold waiting room and being stripped down in front of strangers, but I trust they know what they're doing--same diagnosis: Great! I was 9lbs 3oz. that time.

I'm super good at sleeping. Mom and Dad have to wake me up every two hours during the day to make sure I'm eating enough and every four hours at night. Luckily, I heard the doctor tell them that in about a week they can just leave me alone to sleep as long as I want to. Can't wait.

Mommy doesn't lie around as much as she used to. Maybe I’ll start moving around on my own soon too.

I think it's great that babies get three parents. What a good idea! I like mine. They're a real team with feedings and changes.

Those three furry, 4-legged beasties are kinda funny… sometimes. They get right up in my face which I appreciate ‘cause my eyes don’t focus that well (also normal). But then they lick me! Sometimes right on my eye! It’s gross. Other times they just lick my hand which is kinda cool I guess. Their fur gets in mouth.

Daddy's teaching me how to skype. I got to meet Grandpa Mike and (distant) Aunt Fara. Both were excited to meet me. They're cool.

Well, I'm hungry so... WAAAAAHHHHH!!!

Sleepy Time

Daddy's like a bed. Mommy picked me up off of him when I needed to eat. I fell asleep after eating and when I woke up, I was back on his chest. He didn't even know I had ever left. I hear that my ability to sleep through anything comes from Pops.

Later, we were watching My Fair Lady. The man and woman on the TV kept saying "aaayy" over and over. When I tried to repeat them and said, "ay," Auntie and Daddy laughed so hard, they started tearing. I didn't really get the joke, though. Is "ay" a bad word or something? Did I say it wrong?

(Oh, just to let my fans know, "my first web album" contains even more pictures than my slideshow. So click on the picture of me on the left-hand side to check it out.)

Home Sweet Home

They tell me this is my new home. I'm not sure if they mean the couch, the other couch, my crib, or their bed. But as long as I'm wrapped in my blue blanket, I don't care. Mom and I have been having napping competitions--I'm winning.

There are three big furry things that like to sniff my head. Mom, Dad, and Auntie don't like them to stay too close to me, though.

Oh, they also told me I need to thank all of you for your well-wishes and words of welcome. I don't know any of you, but I look forward to meeting you. (Is that good Mom? Can I go back to sleep now?)

My first slideshow (Only First 24hrs)

So this is it...

I have offically joined this cold, bright, complicated world you all live in.

There are many more unique sounds now. Mostly, I hear the same words repeated like "Teldyn", "9 pounds 15.7 ounces", "22.5 inches," and "big baby". I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say that I'm a big baby. I guess, this makes me a different species because I've been told that I'm a linebacker and a basketball. Those sound like two different animals, so I'm not sure which one I am yet. The nurse who mentioned basketball was looking at my hands when she said it. I like my hands. They're cool. They can grab stuff... like my dad's fingers.

Turns out that Grandpa Mike was right (see last post's comment) and that "in here" was inside my mom. Is that normal? Does that mean I have a linebacker inside me posting blogs too? How did Mom know I was in there?

She seems pretty cool. She just lies around all the time. Love her style. Dad is fun too. He lets me suck on his finger; although, he doesn't seem to understand that I'm hungry 'cause no food comes out of it. What's up with that?

As I haven't slept in the past two minutes, I'm exhausted. Later.

Darn it, they've found me...

So it looks like they're comin' in to get me. Something about a z-section or t-section... I'm not really sure, it's hard to hear in here. But I got the idea that I'm not gonna be in here much longer. From what I could make out, at around eleben o'dock on Duesday, they're taking me outta here.

I'm not sure where I'm going, but it better be as good as this place: constant food, warm gel, cozy tight... pretty hard to beat. No matter what, this trip will answer some questions for me... like where "in here" actually is, and I finally get to find out who these voices are. Besides, I can always come back if I don't like it out there, right?

Well, see you on the flip side.

Still Holdin' On

I like it in here. It's warm, dark, and there's a constant steady beat flowing. It's good stuff.

That voice I hear sometimes, the one that says "I'm your daddy," well, last night he was talking about my "due date" and that I should "hurry up". I'm not really sure what that guy's talkin' about, though.

I do have to admit that it's starting to get a little tight in here. I'm upside-down all the time and don't have the room to move around like I used to. The voices say that I'm over nine pounds.

I'm a little curious to know where these voices are coming from, and I might as well head in the direction that I'm facing... We'll see. For now, I'm just chillaxin'.