Anyway, today is a new day. It has started out much like yesterday (why won't he nap?!), but we've been much more productive this morning. Little man got his bath, and now he's smelling all sweet and babylike. Delicious!
This was my first time to bathe him solo. It's funny the "milestones" that you become proud of as a new parent. Oh, and the deep, deep respect I've gained for single parents. I've always admired the endurance that most single parents have, but now that admiration has been taken to a whole new level.
Here are a few of the things we're experiencing with Alex right now.
• He loves his pacifier. We cannot be without it. You'd think the world was about to come to an end if it falls out of his mouth.
• Yesterday he had his first blowout diaper. In fact, he had two. I've known this was coming for a while. He can make some good "prizes" (as Noni calls it).
• A few times a day we are lucky enough to change his diaper without any fussing whatsoever. These are rare, but a tad more frequent than in the beginning when there was barely a time he didn't cry while getting his diaper changed.
• His jaundice is completely cleared up. For a while, his little eyes still had quite a bit of yellow even though his skin tone was evening out. But now his skin and his eyes are yellow-free.
• He's started spitting up. This is now happening more regularly. And at random times, I might add. I thought it would usually come when I burped him, but not so much. It's just whenever the mood suits his digestive system. And usually whenever I don't have a burp cloth nearby to clean him up.
• He's beginning to notice things he couldn't see before. For example, when we change his diaper downstairs, he looks up at the ceiling and notices the chandelier, whereas before, he would just gaze at whoever was changing his diaper. He also notices the little toys hanging from his swing or car seat.
• He likes his swing. And thank goodness for that. I love having another form of "entertainment" and "arms" to hold him other than myself.
• He's still eating every three hours. Almost like clockwork. Except for the couple of times a day where he thinks he needs a "snack" in between his regular feedings.
Ok, little man has conked out for a nap. That's my cue to hit the shower so that maybe, just maybe, we can meet Daddy for lunch today.



