Blogger thought it would be fun to make this post look all weird and distorted by shoving everything below the sidebar. Stupid, stupid Blogger!
Having a newborn in the house is a lot like being in the Navy. You do more before 8 a.m. than most people do all day. Often because you’ve been up since at least 11 the night before.
Now that he’s a little over a week old, Liam is starting to settle into his routine (eat, poop, sleep, poop, sleep, pee, poop, poop, eat, sleep, poop, pee, etc.), and Erin and I are slowly becoming able to establish something that looks almost like human life again. The first two or three days at home were probably the most overwhelming of our lives (especially Erin... sleeplessness and extreme lower abdominal discomfort are never a good combination), but we’re becoming accustomed to our new world order a little more with each day. Some nights, we’ve even gotten 3 to 4 hours of sleep in a row. But then there comes a night like last night, where nothing will satisfy him at all, which definitely reminds us who the boss around here is for the time being.
One huge plus of all this, though, thanks to Liam’s unworldly wailing come time for diaper changes and sponge baths (two things he really seems to hate), is that we finally have something to drown out the noise of the neighbors’ forever-screeching parrots (which sound more like the pterodactyl from Johnny Quest than any pet bird I’ve ever encountered). So we’ve got that going for us, which is nice.
Another positive side – he seems to already enjoy the Beatles, Red Sox games and Food Network (or at least he doesn’t fuss in the presence of these things). I think we’ve got a keeper here.
So obviously, as the adjustment period continues, blogging will probably be pretty light. I’ll pop in as time allows, but I don’t expect time to allow as often as I’d like, so even once-a-week updates may be wishful thinking, but we’ll see. Until next time, wish me luck and lots of sleep!