Two Weeks Old

Jonah is now a whopping two weeks, nine hours and two minutes old as we type this, but who's counting? Melanie and I mentioned this to Jonah, who seemed unimpressed with his accomplishment, as you can see below. (Maybe we're the one's who are impressed that we've made it this far.)

Jonah is also now gaining weigh at an astounding rate. While he was born at seven pounds six ounces (a birth weight which JR guessed exactly), he was down to six pounds thirteen ounces when we left the hospital. Generally, nurses and doctors greeted our every concern and worry by flatly saying that whatever we were worried about was normal. However, the nurses and doctors almost seemed a bit concerned about Jonah's weight loss, which made us really worry. But thanks to Jonah's onset of a ravenous appetite, he was up to six pounds fifteen ounces by the Tuesday after we took him home and was even up to seven pounds nine ounces a week later. That's ten ounces in a week and above the average rate. Now, I never foresaw myself being one of those parents who'd brag about their kids doing less than amazing things, and there is something a bit silly about bragging about a child gaining weight, but hey, it's funny how life works out like that. Still, when we told Jonah about his gains, he still seemed unimpressed.
With Jonah bulking up and becoming more active and aware each day, and with high temps near our house near 100 degrees, we thought it was high time to get moving and head up the South St. Vrain Canyon west of our house. The myths are true as Jonah loves car rides and zonks out as soon as the car gets moving. No trails were forged and no rivers (or creeks) forded, but it was a great initial outdoor adventure for the three of us. Jonah was clearly impressed (when he wasn't sleeping, that is).

I'll be off to work on Monday, which will leave less time for blogging. But we know the real reason you come to this blog, so until then, enjoy these pictures of our impressive little man.


One week later

It's been one week since Melanie and I first brought Jonah home from the hospital. With Melanie on maternity leave and me taking two weeks off work, we've been able to focus on the still strange and wonderful reality of us now being parents.

The down time between changes and errands has also allowed me to discover and play with the various settings on our digital camera, including these gems which are preset into our camera:
"Wow" is right. (Thanks Pentax Corp.)

The down time has given us time to consider the life of a baby. I can't say we have come to any great insights, though, at this point, it sort of seems like living in a spa inhabited by colorful objects of fancy and populated by giants staring at you, some of who are willing to bring you food and clean you if you make your demands clear.
Jonah has helped the transition by being a great little man, though, like his father, he seems to be constantly hungry and ready to eat. This will eventually bankrupt us when he gets into high school and eats more than breast milk. In the meantime, it's been a challenge for Melanie due to Eric's biological shortcomings in this area as a male. (Sorry, no pics, this is a family blog after all.) Still, there's just no denying a baby with milk on his mind.
We're planning for coming hikes and walks with our child carrier, which we tried out in the backyard. Jonah loved the fetal positioning and was out like a light as soon as he was in it. I did some light gardening with Jonah in the carrier for about 30 minutes, which gave me a whole new appreciation for Melanie's 41 weeks of pregnancy.
(Don't worry, I won't be teaching Jonah any dance moves.)
Jonah's also given us a glimpse of the future as he will wiggle out of a swaddle and push and stomp off any blankets we try to impose on him. For now, Jonah seems to have taken a cue from our cats who, despite some initial wariness, have taken it all in stride (with plenty of naps).
There's probably a lesson in there. Until we figure that out, it's nap time.