Showertime

One of my favourite times of the day.
Regardless of how tired or sore I feel
Going into the shower
Hearing the taps turned on and
Feeling dad close to me
I go quiet
I go limp
I stop struggling and
Relax into the arms holding me
I calmly contemplate the warmth

Photo Update IV

Here are a couple more photos from my recent visitors. Thanks to Marg for taking these shots.

More Visits

Well life continues along pretty well. I have passed the 5-week mark with very few problems. Mum and Dad are trying to get me into a new routine, which I don't like. Although I get all worked up about being in bed during most of the day sleep-times, but I conk-out overnight. This give the parents between 3 and 5 hours sleep in one hit. So, my generosity being limited by my size has meant that I am now having a gripe about everything. Only two things seem to make me quiet at the moment - food and cuddles. Anything else and I will complain.

I did get to meet my other Grandma this week and my Aunty. We had a great time (as far as I am concerned). I got lots of cuddles and being the centre of attention suits me to a tea.
Here is me with Aunty Jac having cuddles. We got a long just fine. Jac got to feed me a couple times. I didn't want to burp for her though. I did enjoy meeting her.













Here is Marg and I discussing the upcoming election. I think that there just aren't enough tax breaks for babies and neither of the major parties are pandering enough to the infant and neonate lobbyist groups.












A rare shot of all the McAteer ladies together

P.S. A special thank-you goes out to all those people that sent me some presents, so here goes...

Big wet baby kisses go to:

• Phyllis
• Sharon, Scott and Brendan Taylor
• Marg
• Joanne
  

I hope that my baby brain has got all the names right... that's all for now.

Photo Update III

Tummy time... although it doesn't look like I am doing much, this takes a lot of effort. But I am getting used to being put this way, I can wriggle around and lift my head for nearly 5 minutes at a time. Then I get grumpy.









Saturday morning just before breakfast. One of the denizens that protect under my bed from any maleficent beings that may be wandering around just happened to find it's way into bed with me.









Dad and I contemplating what to watch on the interweb

Changes v2

Since the last trip to the MCH nurse mum and dad are trying to make a few changes to the daily routine. Main problem is all the guesswork they have to do. But slowly I am adjusting to the changes. Gone are the regular 3 hourly feeds. They have some kind of strange desire to both be asleep at the same time, and are trying to get me to sleep then also. I don't know if this is a good idea. I did give them a 5 hour break on the first night of the new routine, but to compensate I kept everyone awake for 2 hours after the 3am feed (including Pip). Next night I only gave them a 3 hour break, but I was out for the count within an hour of waking. I think that if I complain enough they will realise that I am getting 1 less feed during 24 hours. All in all I am a little tired, as you can see from the bags under my eyes.

Week 4 Report Card

The new parents group (NPG) meeting was all a little boring for me. Right near the start I decided to do a really big poo in my pants. When mum and dad got to change me it was a mess and I decided to wizz all over my new outfit (Aunty Ann: it has now been christened). So planning and forethought was good, there was an entire change ready to go. However, my little surprises weren't done yet. While the MCH nurse was trying to check all my numbers i thought it prime time to wait until I was naked and pointing in a completely inapropriate direction and wizz all over everything in reach. So Dad's only clean jumper, the only warm one left, was now ready to be washed again. Maybe he should have just worn the sick-covered one to the NPG.But that is just the events of the day. The check-up went well. I have moved out of the ultra-midget class and the gnome class is nearly gone - 4.004 kg (8 lbs 13 oz). That means in the two weeks since the last measurement i have put on 610grams (21 oz). This all means I am getting bigger, heavier and enough to eat. The other numbers were my length, which is now up to 54.5cm top to toe (21.5 inches). Also my head is now 1 whole centimeter more round (35cm circumference (14.2 inches)). There are suspicions that my smaller head size takes after mum, rather than dad's big-head.


P.S. For those of you that want some more specificity in weight conversions, want to know if Erik was a diamond, how many carats he weighs, or something much simpler, like his weight in koku (the way the Japanese would pay their samurai in rice), or even how many Ancient Roman scruples he has. Check this out...

http://www.convert-me.com/en/convert/weight

4 Weeks Today

Today has a few things happening. I have been a little topsy-turvey in the last few days. I sleep like a baby during the day, even up until midnight. But from about 2:30am I am awake a ready to go. Or just cry a lot so that no-one can sleep. Maybe it's just a growth spurt happening. Maybe little wind. Or maybe I just think everyone has the day around the wrong way: when the sun is up it is sleep time, ok? No wonder Pip is still trying to deal with the new not-so-clever kitten-like thing.










A new adventure for us today. There is a new parents group starting today at the maternal and child health centre. Will see what that is like. It will give us all a chance to get out and about. I am sure to fit right in with this kind of outfit on.The only other plans for the day is the visit to the MCH nurse to see if I have grown and if I am doing all the "normal" baby things.