Hey, Macarena!
Most major hospitals have a baby picture service and ours was no different.
A quick word about the photography equipment and the “photographer”; the camera was a basic digital jobber mounted to one of those infant carts and the whole thing was operated by a young gal that was really nothing more than a candy striper.
Anyhoo, the ‘striper let us put Atticus on the table while she tried to get his attention by waving toys at him. A 24 hour-old. Waving toys and calling his name.
As you might imagine he wasn’t having any. So I stood over him and called his name. He looked up and she snapped the photo. It’s the only one with his eyes open.
Now that we are a month into it, I have a couple of thoughts on parenthood, version 2.0:
There is much to tell in the world of The Squeaker, so look for another new post with lots of new photos in a few days.
A quick word about the photography equipment and the “photographer”; the camera was a basic digital jobber mounted to one of those infant carts and the whole thing was operated by a young gal that was really nothing more than a candy striper.
Anyhoo, the ‘striper let us put Atticus on the table while she tried to get his attention by waving toys at him. A 24 hour-old. Waving toys and calling his name.
As you might imagine he wasn’t having any. So I stood over him and called his name. He looked up and she snapped the photo. It’s the only one with his eyes open.
Now that we are a month into it, I have a couple of thoughts on parenthood, version 2.0:
I don’t remember so much crying.All that being said, he’s a good boy and these things will give way to other issues, I’m sure.
I suspect that there was crying with The Squeaker, but the brain has a way of forgetting about it. In fact, I can hardly remember the 11pm, 1am, 4am, and 6am feedings/cryings from last night… or the previous 29 nights. It must have something to do with the promulgation of the species… because if you remembered, you’d only have one.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold that head up!
Holding a new born is a lot like holding a fish out of water. They both flop around a lot.
No! Not there! Not there either! Push! Push!
Dressing an infant is different than dressing a toddler. The toddler knows how to put his/her arms/legs through the proper holes – the infant does not. In fact, an infant has spaghetti arms and legs that have to be threaded through arms and leg holes. I’m not really sure when Squeak got to be such a helper with dressing, but I’ll be looking forward to it in Atticus.
Who knew you could live without sleep for weeks on end?
P.Pie & I have fallen into something of a routine with regards to the boy; she usually does everything before 3am, I do everything after. This is not a hard and fast rule, but it’s generally how it works out.
There is much to tell in the world of The Squeaker, so look for another new post with lots of new photos in a few days.
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Awww, he'll be picking out his own clothes before you know it! ;)
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