coos, bottles, eyes, etc.

Miles continues to become more like a person every day. He coos and smiles a lot.I love the coos, can't get enough of 'em and will do just about anything to inspire them. He "talks" and waves his arms and legs. He becomes inconsolable less. Last week he got his first bottle ever--he did okay, although I think Guy had a bit of a meltdown getting it prepared. (I'm expressing breast milk.) So far, it hasn't affected breastfeeding at all, and I am relieved. Miles still seems quite eager to nuzzle up to "the girls" for his meals.

His eyes remain this grey color that defies predicting whether he will be blue-eyed like his dad or brown-eyed like me. The gaze comes from Dad--intense. He seems to be recognizing things, especially stuff that makes noise, and he responds to it. He likes the little musical toys and he seems to want to touch his Holstein-striped rattle that attaches to his play-gym. He seemed genuinely delighted with the little musical ocean toy from Aunt Laura that velcroes to his car seat.

Now if I can just get him to stop bypassing his diaper. Oy. I dress him as much to catch the runoff as anything. (This should be one of those entries that mortifies him in about 15 years.)

I cannot believe how much I love this little boy and how I can just stare at him for hours. (If you'd like to stare at him, I've posted more photos. Hey, at least you have the option of skipping it, I'm not backing you into a corner to show you snapshots!)

I have no idea how I'm going to work full-time away from home. I know lots of women do it every day and some of them don't have the benefit of leaving their child with their partner. But I'm missing my son's first months. And it's ripping a hole in me. I don't want to cop to "just the way it is" but figuring out how to rearrange life, finances in particular, is really going to be a challenge. Having said that, more than seven years ago I sat down and wrote out a list of what I wanted a job to look like, complete with salary. I wanted to get paid to learn about technology because I felt that I was falling behind the curve. Poof. It fell out of the sky and into my lap. So, I need to get focused, get clear and get busy. There has to be a way. I'm not good at just accepting things. (Which is a polite way of saying that I just don't take "no" for an answer well...)

Six Week Visit

Today we went for our six week well-baby checkup. It was a good visit and we left happy and reassured. We live in doubt and fear that we are somehow not doing this right. We are, after all, awfully old and inexperienced. We are certain that we will warp his weave and twist his little tail, to say nothing of his little exponentionally expanding universal brain. The doctor insisted everything is on schedule and Miles is, in fact, a well-baby.

*He now weighs nine pounds and fourteen ounces.
*He is twenty-two and a quarter inches long.
*His extensive genetic test came back negative for everything.
*He is thriving and nursing well.
*He becomes more present every moment. And he is such a present for us and the world.

Right now, however, he is inconsolable and screaming. Time for me to relieve Mom.

CB