7 weeks

First let me say I'm embarrassed because we have no evidence of the wonderful visit we had with Eamon's Grama. Sigh. I guess we're already slacking as parents. But, with Grama's help looking after our little guy, I did get some great research done for my last paper due for the semester. I'm learning all about family liaisons in schools - yippee!

I did, however, capture a lovely moment when I got home from my class last week. Eamon does love listening to Rory play the piano, as you can see from his entranced expression.

I've finally decided on a way to track Eamon's growth - our incredibly comfortable and large chair. Can't wait to see how big he gets!

And just so you don't think everything's always smiles and giggles here, a shot of Eamon about half a second after the first picture.

And again, moments after the last picture. He keeps me on my toes.

6 weeks (and 5 and 4...)

Sorry for the delay in Eamon cuteness. We've been busy figuring out our days now that Rory is back and work and I'm finishing off my school assignments for the semester. Don't let the pictures fool you, he's definitely up more during the day, kicking, grunting, playing on his back and tummy, going for walks, and eating lots. I swear he's smiling more, especially once his belly is full, but I haven't been able to capture that amazingness yet. As for me and Rory, we're tired, but enjoying ourselves. A highlight of this last weekend was walking to MIT together to go to a book signing and meeting Steven Kellogg (not that that's a hint at Hannukah and Christmast presents to come...). I was pretty ecstatic about the whole thing, while Eamon slept comfortable on Rory's chest.

We had a one month appointment last week. Eamon's a healthy 11 lbs 9 oz and 23 inches (his length is sort of a guess because he kept moving his head around). And yes, he is balding! We love it. Wondering what color his hair may be - both Rory and I had some lighter baby hair....

Another milestone: I went for my first run (let's be real, slow jog) tonight! First one since May!

4 weeks: being serious


5 weeks: getting the finger (haha) from dad, some quality time with Gramberg


6 weeks: technically this was 5 weeks, 6 days, but close enough, right? A bit of foodcoma.


Can you tell I love instagram?

Thanksgiving

Normally we head to sunny Texas for Thanksgiving, but we weren't sure how up for traveling we'd be and instead planned to stay around here. Luckily our CSA was offering turkeys for sale, so we were covered as far as that goes.

Strangely, we were covered as far as sun goes too - so gorgeous and warm for late November. You can see the cats here enjoying the weather. Not that cold (or water) ever prevents them from wanting to go outside. (Clint has become so indifferent to water that you can fill the sink up with him as a stopper and he doesn't bat an eye.)


How funny that a month ago there was snow on the ground...

We missed our family and all the great things that go with being around them, but we also had a very cozy and enjoyable Thanksgiving dinner here. Plenty to eat too! - coriander sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes with garlic, sauteed kale, homemade stuffing, turkey, gravy, orange-cranberry sauce, and ice cream for desert. Eamon was confused by the usual protocol and fell asleep before we ate even a little bit of turkey...


...and then again after...


Erica also made a sweet potato pound cake with buttermilk frosting that was pretty amazing. We still have some of the frosting (no more cake) and it tastes just fine on its own. ;-)

To round the weekend out, we decided to check out the Badger-fans' bar in Boston for the UW - Penn State game. (The promise of free Leinenkugels at the door and free brats at halftime didn't factor into that decision in the slightest.) Eamon was not the only Badger baby in attendance, but he was the youngest, and definitely the most stylish, sporting a stellar hand-me-down UW onesie, a cool red hat from Aunt Dani, and cousins Audrey and Drew, and a down-to-earth plaid jacket.


Even in the car, you could see the competitive fire within (also known as demon-eyes...).

Two Weeks Old

Well, we've made it two whole weeks together! We've been real busy, too. Last Friday we went to the doctor and Eamon weighed in at 9.7. We're very proud of our growing boy - and we've heard that the 10 lb mark is an important one for sleeping for longer stretches through the night. Anyway, I'm sure everyone's much more interested in the photos.... Here are some of Eamon's firsts

First time in the green Oshkosh B'Gosh jumpsuit, held by Zora.


First ride in the car seat to go and get Uncle Mike.



First time being held by Uncle Mike.


First time being a cute duck baby after first bath in the sink.


First time wrapped up in the moby...

Happy Halloween!

We ventured out into our neighborhood to take in the spectacle of lights, costumes, decorations and craziness. Little did we know that as we bemoaned the lack of trick-or-treaters at our house, right around the corner there was some intensive, imaginative Halloweening happening....

Seems that lots of families head over to this area too. My personal favorite was a very chubby and exuberant Wolverine. Sadly he was too speedy for us to catch on film. The folks who took our picture happened to be Irish (dressed to the nines as punk rockers) so we got to hear some authentic speaking of Eamon's name. The woman said that she had an Uncle Eamon - amazing!

This was also our first time putting our little guy in a carrier. Rory had the honors.

Babies' First Snow

On Saturday we experienced our first snow of the season. Initially it seemed that when anyone mentioned the word "snow" Eamon screwed up his little face and squealed. When the snow actually arrived we all got into the spirit.... The cats played in it, Eamon wore a onsie with the words "let it snow" embroidered on it, and I threw on my festive snowflake fleece pants.

He eats, sleeps, poops... and hugs!

We're learning so much about taking care of little Eamon and we're loving every moment of it. Tired though we may be we're totally smitten.

The other day Rory called me into the middle room where he was getting in some "skin to skin" time with Eamon ("Skin to skin" is this revered practice of taking your shirt off and getting your baby's shirt off and hanging out. Rory is a big fan, but he has grown tired of the reverent tone used to talk about it by pretty much all medical professionals we've come in contact with). Anyway, Rory calls me into the room and says, "Take a picture of him hugging me." How could I say no to that....