Big tiny man

First, a video of Owen with grandma - he had a great time with her during her visit!


As usual, I hopped over to the little man's room when he started talking this morning (at the actually reasonably civilized 6:45 am). We snuggled in bed for a bit with his kitty, Elmo, and blankie, and he started whispering the ABC's -- the whole song, including the "now I know my ABCs" ending. He had all of the letters down, except that L-M-N-O came out as "Elmo". Definitely a one-track mind!

Grandma left very early this morning -- we had a wonderful time with her and hope she had a great Mother's (and Grandmother's) Day with us! We spent it first at swimming, then a tasty lunch with Meh (both she and grandma scored gift cards from the restaurant for the occasion), a lovely family stroll along a local trail, then an afternoon barbecue with friends D & D and their boys N & B.

Owen had his two-month checkup today. Meh took him while the little man and I hung out at home reading books and listening to music ("mahsah!"). The doctor allegedly took one look at Owen and pronounced him a "moose baby" (an ironic match to one of Meh's childhood nicknames) - but a very healthy and happy one at that (well, until he got sad from the multiple shots):

Weight: 14 lbs 7.5 oz (97th percentile)
Length: 23 1/2 inches (75th percentile)
OFC: 15 3/4 inches (50th-75th percentile)

Definitely a big -- though very cute -- tiny man!

Sight Reader

Zachary has a(nother) favorite new book for us to 'read book again'. (Incidentally, he's added substantially more 3 word sentences, including 'bessu dahdee' [bless you daddy], and even a 4-word sentence: "Want eat high chair!") In the book, a little girl pig decides she's going to be a one-girl band. Halfway through the book, her 'band' (consisting of pots, pans, etc.) is together, and there's a giant fold out of sheet music. From the first time Zachary read the book, he's readily identified that page as "mah-sah!" (music). Smart little music man! I expect an analysis of the score's chord progressions within the week.

And speaking of music, last night was the premiere of one of my orchestral compositions by a wonderful Seattle orchestra! It was a piece I'd first sketched out several years ago, and had just wrapped up literally as Owen arrived; I recall working on final parts a day or two after we got home from the hospital. Meh, Owen, and grandma (who flew in yesterday from Michigan) all came to the concert, which was unfortunately past Zachary's bedtime. And our friend J (who used to nanny for Z) came with her nearly Owen-aged daughter M; they were all joking about the babies' first chaperoned date. The kids did great; I heard someone squeaking a bit from the rear of the hall during my piece, but it wasn't even them. Meh reported that the loud bits started Owen a bit (it's a very 'live' hall), but he didn't cry or anything. The piece went really well and I was so honored and excited that the orchestra played it; I'm looking forward to hearing the recording soon!

Anger Management

Like any proper 2-year-old, Zachary occasionally gets the tiniest bit angry. For a while, this led to tantrums, with sometimes semi-scary throwing of self onto the floor, screaming, crying, hitting mommy and daddy, and so on. But we've been watching him start to learn to control his temper a bit in a pretty cute way: if he's starting to get upset, saying bye-bye to various objects and asking us to take them away will sometimes help calm him back down. So despite his enduring love for Elmo and kitty, he'll occasionally start to get upset, say "bye bye Elmo", hand him to us, and watch us put him away -- the same occurs with toys, books, milk, juice, and even occasionally (gasp) blankie. Of course, sometimes he's just too upset and starts asking us to say bye bye to things like doors and windows, and when they can't be "bye bye"'d, the waterworks begin. But still, hopefully this is the first step to the end of tantrums? Well, until the teen years at least. :)

Today was Zachary's first day of school! Well, a pre-preschool program at least. One of the requirements was for each child to bring their own backpack, so this weekend we went shopping for one. We offered Zachary the ultimate choice (for him at least): an Elmo backpack or a Thomas one. His choice was clear, and today he got to try it on and then wear it to class!

Three little words

We're already back into the routine here: Zachary is up by 6 am, we occasionally snuggle for a bit, and then he's ready to come downstairs for breakfast. Owen joins us as well so mommy can get a little sleep. Very occasionally, we all go back to sleep for a bit - alas, not this morning. But there was an exciting moment when we got downstairs -- we read one of Zachary's favorite books, and when we were done, he looked up at me with his first three word sentence: "read book again". Truly the son of a librarian -- go Zachary!

Owen continues to smile and coo and interact with us more and more. Baffy time continues to be super cute - he's initially angry when we put him in the water, but as soon as he's modestly covered by a washcloth, he's very happy and kicky. Like his brother, he does really prefer to be up -- and not just on your shoulder, but with some kind of altitude sensitivity that requires you to be standing as well. And the car continues to be a, well, rough ride.

Sunday was Meh's birthday! She and I had a very nice date night (sadly, she had to do the organizing by herself since I was in Japan beforehand) at a new-ish restaurant with Mr. Owen accompanying us in his car seat. He slept through the appetizers, but decided he wanted to have some dinner as well and ended up needing some "up" time during dessert. But it was still a wonderful evening with the best wife and mommy on her birthday - happy birthday, Meh!

The sincerest form of flattery?

I flew back home yesterday from my brief trip to Japan (though I'm not sure if "brief" is quite how Meh would describe it!). The conference itself went great, and the rest of the trip was an interesting adventure of long flights with drunk and/or rude seatmates, yummy sushi, entertaining Japanese sweets (Men's Pocky or lamb caramels, anyone?), and of course many meetings. While in Tokyo, I did get to speak with the family several times via our favorite chat software. Zachary several times eagerly said "deh-ee!" before running back to play with his toys.

While I was gone, Zachary apparently picked up a new, um, word. After hearing Owen cry several times (usually related to car rides, which he seems to hate nearly as much as his brother once did), Zachary has started saying "Nahhhhhhhh...". It's generally preceded by a cough (since Owen often sputters a bit before the crying starts), and it might almost be cute if he didn't also do it while Owen is crying. But I've thankfully been seeing mostly the opposite from Owen since I got back -- he seemed genuinely happy to see me, and we even got to see some of his excellent giggles!

Evensongs

Just to follow up on our last post (I realized that, though it was almost exclusively about Zachary, the pictures were exclusively of Owen - go figure), here's Zachary in action with the seatbelt for Owen's downstairs seat.

Last night mommy's choir had a fabulous concert featuring something like 30 separate songs. They were wonderful, and I was equally impressed that so much of it was strictly memorized - there's a skill you never have to exercise with orchestral music! Zachary had a babysitter, but Owen and I ventured out to his first concert. The performance venue even had a "baby/loud child" room. Alas, the baby room's PA system speaker was broken, so we could barely hear when we started off in there. Thankfully, Owen conked out almost literally as the concert started, so we snuck back into the main hall and enjoyed the entire first half, including some excellent mommy solos. He got a snack at intermission and then was a little more fussy/squirmy for the second half, requiring us to hang out in the hall and kitchen pass-through area. But we could still hear okay, and overall I'll call it a successful first concert for tiny man!

Tuesday I'm off to Japan for the rest of the week, my first long trip away since our family became four. It will be difficult to be away for so long, though I'm certain much more challenging for Meh to be taking care of the two boys by herself. I wish we could all go together, though I'm not quite sure how Zachary would respond to a 10.5 hour flight! Thankfully several friends have offered to come over and help out, so at least there will be a second grownup to even the odds a bit from time to time.

Click It

One of Zachary's favorite pastimes lately is to look at his baby brother and call out "Oh-wee!" He's particularly interested in peeking up at him if he happens to be in the pack and play, is getting a diaper change, or is being worn by mommy or daddy. He even alternates talking about Owen and the coveted Elmo as the two boys face each other in their little seat-belted chairs at breakfast time.

On that topic, Zachary has recently discovered the joy of seat belts. He long loved snapping things together: legos, trains, his juice bottle's flip top, and plastic containers. A few days ago, when I put him in his "high cha!" for breakfast, he started playing with the safety harness, and was particularly pleased when I helped show him how to attach the buckle. Ever since, any time Meh or I approach something that buckles, it's most certainly been clicked into the connected position by the little man: Owen's car seat, Owen's baby papasan, the ergo baby carrier, shopping cart belts, and so on. He hasn't shown a desire to detach them yet (though the end of meal time often involves one or more rounds of daddy unbuckling Zachary just so he can rebuckle himself).

This morning, Zachary was saying 'juh juh', and I couldn't figure out what it was until I saw that Elmo was being bounced up and down (yes, still by his giant plastic eyes) in rhythm with the words -- "Jump!". His make believe continues to develop, with a "ha" (hello) as he picks up his toy phone before bringing it to us to chat with whoever is on the other line (oddly, still mostly telemarketers). He also has a new more consistent word -- a short but very endearing "no!" has generally replaced "all done" when the context is more about whether he wants something or disagrees with one of our suggestions.

I don't want to hex it, but tonight marks the fourth night in a row of zero crying when we put Zachary to bed. He still occasionally gets up and wanders around his darkened room for a minute or so, but I'm definitely hoping that this indicates the return of the 'happy to be getting into bed' little man who used to look forward to snuggling into bed with his blankie at the end of the day.

Starts with C

I still haven't quite figured out what the overall theme or goal was (other than apparently some kind of charity fundraiser?), but Meh and Owen went to Cupcake Camp on Saturday with friends S (of J & S) and J (of the entirely different couple S & J). They had a lovely time even though it was a bit of a madhouse, with originally instructions to "take as many as you like" eventually backing off to "please limit yourselves to 6 or 7" when people started abusing the system and snatching cupcakes by the box. For shame! But there was a wide variety, a few competitions for taste, Seattle-theme, and even "youth" entries, all of the major stores were represented, and over the past few days I've thankfully gotten to sample quite a few of the ones Meh brought home. Yum!

In other news, on Sunday morning, Zachary was snuggling on the couch with mommy and Owen (this often involves him deciding that the best place on the couch to be is between her and the closest armrest; so he squirms into place and she and Owen have to scoot over), his blankie, and Elmo. He smiled, looked at me, and said (I kid you not) "Cozy!" No repeats since then, but hooray for Zachary discovering one of his parents' favorite words!

Mild Manners

Another milestone for Zachary: when I gave him his milk this morning for breakfast, he signed an unprompted "thank you" before accepting it, and another one when I poured his Cheerios. Meh reported he's been doing this more and more often for her as well. Interestingly, the phrase itself remains out of his vocabulary; it's the one thing he continues to sign without attempting to pronounce.

Owen is one month old today - happy first month, tiny man! This morning was his checkup; Zachary and I stayed home while mommy and he visited the doctor. He was mildly sad about a shot, but did great otherwise. And all of the stats look good too:

Weight: 11 lbs 5.5 oz (90th percentile)
Length: 23 1/2 inches (90-97th percentile)
Head circumference: 38 1/2 cm (50-75th percentile)

We also learned a random bit of trivia - it's apparently very common for babies to break their collarbones during birth, and while they hadn't detected it in his initial doctor visit, Owen apparently now has the tell-tale little clavicle bump. The pediatrician said it clearly isn't bothering him and there's nothing to worry about -- she even said that by the time he's one year old, the break wouldn't be detectable even on an x-ray. Those resilient kids!

It's just gas

Owen continues to develop a pretty variable series of expressions, including big smiles, serious frowns and, um, I don't even know what to think of the picture to the left, other than "No how you doin'?" But he's got a great series of actual smiles, frequently culminating with a big, wide open grin. He of course also looks cute while he's asleep - often developing little smiles in the middle of dreams that I'm guessing are still pretty topic-limited. Even when he does cry, it's generally more of a tiny goat-like "nyeah!".

Today also marked the arrival in the mail of those wonderful professional photos we had taken of him when he was two days old. It's amazing how much he's changed in just a month! You can check out the full collection, in both black-and-white and color no less, here. We're so delighted with how they turned out, hooray for Keri's great eye. I'm still a huge fan of the ones she took with him wrapped in a cozy yarny fabric; it reminds me of a formal judge's wig, and I keep thinking of him banging down a tiny gavel and saying "guilty!" when I look at it. That, or that perhaps this image could be the backing of some future Owen-based paper currency?

Feed your imagination

Make believe hasn't really been Zachary's cup of tea; when we give him his cellphone toy and pretend there's someone on the other end of the line, he generally smiles at us, puts the phone to his ear, and then gives it back when it's silent. Similarly, Meh's attempts to introduce dolls have generally failed, with the doll being often carelessly discarded nearly immediately. (Meh was particularly worried about Zachary's would-be response to Owen when, a few weeks before Owen arrived, an introduced cabbage patch kid went soaring across the room into the toy bin -- nice arc, Zachary!)

So it was great to see Zachary rediscover his Elmo doll two days ago, bring him to bed, talk frequently about "Elmo!" (yes, he says that correctly), and carry him around in place of a toy car for a bit. And it was particularly fabulous at breakfast yesterday, when Zachary started offering Elmo some Cheerios and juice with no prompting or encouragement from me! I caught a video of his repeat performance this morning:

We'll kind of ignore the fact that he sometimes holds Elmo by his giant eyeballs - ouch!

Wine and dine

Happy Passover! We had really two really nice seders this year, including hosting our own for the first time in a few years for a small group of friends. Since even an early start would easily roll into Zachary's bedtime, on the first night we had a babysitter (who reported again that he went to sleep in his big boy bed fairly smoothly, with minimal objection), and took Owen along with us for a lovely evening with friend I and her parents. Among their other guests were friends S, D, their 4-year-old G, and their baby boy E (who was due several weeks after Owen but ended up arriving a bit earlier!)

On the second night, we kept things small at our house, and started our seder at 5:30 so Zachary would have a shot at experiencing it. (Huge thanks to our guests for showing up so early, as well as for bringing fabulous foods to share!) Impressively, we managed to get all the way through to the festive meal with Zachary still awake (it helped that we used the "New Selfon Haggadah", a one-pager I'd put together a few years ago covering the major traditional requirements) -- he melted down as the matzah ball soup came out, so I took him upstairs for bath and bedtime. Before that though, he was actively involved at the seder, pointing at the seder plate ("sah-sah") and talking about the matzah ("mah-sah") that we served him (he declined to eat it). His favorite by far though were the items associated with his plush seder plate, in particular the "glass" of wine.

This morning, coming down the stairs, Zachary again spotted the plush seder plate set, and was haapily labelling it as 'sah-sah'. Hooray for successful and positive holiday experiences!

Two little words

Another milestone today - Zachary chained together his first two word sentence this morning! The trivia answer that will live alongside Graham Bell's first telephone phrase is "Wah-gah ah-pah" (Legos open.) One small step... And in parallel to improved communication with us, Zachary has been far more approving and patient with his new brother, whom he refers to as "Oh-wee":

Sleeping for Zachary in his big boy bed continues to gradually improve too, with generally a minute or so of crying before settling down to sleep; I've snuck in a few times over the past few nights to confirm that he actually does sleep on the bed (versus the floor).

Meanwhile, tiny man (as we've begun to call him to differentiate from little man) continues to rotate his time between sleeping, soiling his clothes (we've capped at like six outfit changes in a day), and spending increasing time in that quiet alert state, looking around at everything with his big eyes. Yesterday, he even started to occasionally smile! I caught this shot of him with mommy; we're not sure if the happiness was influenced by the tasty matzah rocca in the background of the shot that Meh had just baked.

Bedside Manner

Our success with transitioning Zachary to his new bed last night was astounding - he cried and got up once or twice, but when I put him back down, he settled down and was sleeping very quickly. Meh reported similar success with today's nap.

Alas, the third time was the, ah, opposite of a charm; tonight after bath time, cozy book reading, and lights out, it was time for extended meltdowns. Here's how it played out, roughly forty times:

1. Put Zachary in his bed. (Optionally tuck him in.)
2. Walk out door.
3. Shut door.
4. Hysterical crying, thump, Zachary runs to and opens door.
5. Sees mommy or daddy and returns toward his bed.
6. Repeat from the top.

We tried several variants, but quickly settled into the "no socializing" mechanical repeat so he didn't think it was a game or that he was getting attention from it. Eventually #3 turned into leaving the door cracked, and that seemed to help; he very gradually settled down, and Meh was able to sneak away, though we were afraid to make noise downstairs for the rest of the evening with his door open.

On the opposite end of the Zachary happiness spectrum, today was also his last day of swimming before spring break. He had a fabulous time, particularly when they pulled out a mid-pool six-step-up slide. He climbed up it and, daredevil that he is, almost tried to lean back and pitch himself into the water the hard way (smiling all the while). Thankfully the instructor was at the ready, and he instead came down the slide, flying into the water with a giant grin on his face. He did great with backfloating, and there was even a bit of "swimming" across the pool that went well, always followed with giant hugs.

For the last few weeks, we've wrapped up pool time with shower time - partially to rinse out some of the extra chlorine I'm sure they put in pool water used by a bunch of young kids, partially because Zachary was, um, doing things that justified the use of extra chlorine (cutting at least two lessons short with water diaper incidents), and mostly because he loves holding the shower nozzle, talking about the "wawa" (water) and how it's "hot!"

I'll close with a video of Zachary's newfound love of (or at least demand for mommy performances of) Balkan folk music:

Empty chairs at empty tables

I forgot to mention, we gave Owen his first 'real' bath on Sunday (previously we'd opted for the sponge route). He was quiet and happy with it, even nearly falling asleep at one point.

Last night marked the departure of mima and papa, so our local family is once again down to four -- but only for a little while, as mima and papa will be moving out to join us in a few short weeks!

Last night also marked the return of Zachary escaping his crib -- this time after being put to bed (rather than nap), and this time as a recurring event. Friends B and J had generously brought us dinner, but I spent much of their visit upstairs trying to get him down. I started by actually snuggling him into his bed, but he kept grabbing my arm and wanting me to stay with him. Eventually he went back into his old crib. I snuck downstairs, but heard his door swing open moments later. We started just doing the "minimal feedback" thing of putting him back in bed without saying anything, smiling, etc. It was perhaps the low double digits before he finally did conk out for the night; I had to sneak a peek slightly later on to confirm that he hadn't just gone to sleep on the floor of his room. In the meantime, I took the opportunity to flip the doorknob on his new room so the lock is on the outside -- hopefully we wouldn't ever have to lock him in, but if he's exploring his room rather than sleeping, I wouldn't want him to lock us out! Tonight Meh has choir, so I think we'll make an attempt to switch him to his new room and big boy bed.

Mouth full

Today, mima and papa accompanied us to the outdoor shopping mall; we had a few things to return/exchange, it's got one of the few Seattle grocery stores with a reasonable passover food selection, and they've also got a nice play area for Zachary (which happens to be dangerously close to our favorite cupcake bakery). We started off with lunch at one of our favorite kaiten sushi restaurants, where Zachary has as much fun watching the conveyor belts and colored lights as we do picking out our sushi choices; Meh was particularly pleased to be able to eat raw fish again after her imposed pregnancy ban.

Lately at restaurants we've been trying to order Zachary some food of his own. Even though he generally shakes his head at trying it (or only eats the component parts that he's familiar with - raisins, chocolate chips, etc.), he's been doing a great job of labelling the foods. At lunch on Friday for instance, he happily said 'kah' (quesadilla) and [a slightly different] 'kah' (carrot) without actually touching the lovely cheesy tortilla goodness or fresh carrot sticks we'd gotten for him. (As you can see, he was also texting at the table - how rude!) He's also been getting very good at patiently waiting at the table while we finish eating, even if he decides that he isn't hungry.

Anyway, so this same sort of event played out at the sushi-go-round: he pointed at the lights, patiently played with his chopsticks, and when we placed a piece of kappa maki in front of him, he would occasionally point at it and say 'sah-shah!' (sushi). I didn't think much of the fact that he didn't actually eat the piece. At the very end of the meal, I got his jacket back on and then asked him to say bye-bye to the sushi. He looked at me, then grabbed the maki, held it for a moment, and shoved it into his mouth. Amazing!

Granted, the sushi stayed in his mouth, unchewed and unswallowed, for a good ten minute walk around the mall. He looked like a deer in the headlights most of the time, but I couldn't get him to commit to either eat it or spit it out. Finally, I came up with the idea to offer him his milk. He tried to drink it, but realized the sushi was in the way, and only then elected to thoughtfully chew and swallow it, before washing it down with the milk. 私たちの息子は非常に愚かな男の子です！ (That's meant to translate to "Our son is a very silly boy!")

Census Building

Our 2010 census form has arrived, and I got to fill out four members for our household; Owen has arrived just in time to hopefully sway Washington state to an extra member or two of congress! (Say the cynics: great, just what we need.) Owen continues to spend a fair amount of time quiet and alert, just looking out at the world with his big eyes. He also doesn't seem to mind occasionally chilling out in the baby papasan that Zachary never really cared for, though being held by mommy (or other family members) is still the clear favorite.

The last few days have continued to be a nice visit with our family; in between an Uncle B and Aunt J trip to Victoria, Zachary and I took grandma, Uncle B, and Aunt J over to Volunteer Park and the Seattle Asian Art Museum on Wednesday. Zachary was already almost out for his nap, so while everyone else checked out the museum, he and I wandered into the warm greenhouses of the Conservatory. He pointed at some cacti and said "tah!" (tree), and thought some of the colorful flowers were funny. He then promptly conked out once we were back outside. Silly man. Then on Thursday, while Uncle B and Aunt J took a day trip to Victoria, grandma and I took Zachary to his penultimate swimming lesson for this quarter. He had a wonderful time as always, getting to try out a life jacket (his favorite activity was being launched in the air and then freeform landing/righting himself with the life jacket on) and running along a floating foam board before jumping into the water. He then picked up a new pool-related milestone at home tonight, starting to blow bubbles in the water. (This is apparently one of the requirements to progress to the next class level, so perfect timing!)

My family all heads home tomorrow; it's been wonderful having them here (I've gotten a few naps in, often at the same time as Zachary's), and this has been a nice way to start to get a handle on how to coordinate the two boys with a lot of extra assistance. It's going to be interesting when it's just the four of us next week!

Tall tale

Zachary's interactions with Owen took another step forward today, with Zachary looking down into Owen in the car seat and saying "Oh-wee". No touching yet, though he did extend his hand toward him in a moderately kiss-the-ring looking style.

Owen had his first appointment with the pediatrician today. Everything was looking great, though as usual, the doctor's office will likely be associated with unpleasant sensations, as he got his second PKU poke in the heel. (Wow, I just connected that to the previously enigmatic phenylketonuric warning you always see on diet soda. Go figure.) Anyway, the stats:

Weight: 8 lbs 8 oz (25th-50th percentile)
Height: 21 5/8" (90th percentile if I'm reading the chart correctly)

He's already well over his birth weight, which was great to see (they typically give it two weeks). And the doctor believes he's going to share his brother's blue eyes. (She then proceeded to list all of her favorite dreamy male movie stars with blue eyes. Meh helped out with her own favorites, and I contributed Jude Law.) Lastly, the doctor repeated the request she'd first directed at Zachary two and a half years ago, reminding Owen that allowing his parents to sleep would make for happier and better parents. We'll have to see if he listens any better than Zachary did!

Beware the Ides of March

After an epic struggle against gale winds and massively delayed flights, Zachary and Owen's Uncle B and Aunt J arrived late last night from New York. A huge huge thank you to them for bravely dealing with the delays and headaches to join us in meeting Owen and getting to catch up with Zachary! There was even some high quality playtime with Zachary and snuggle time with Owen this morning before the big event; today was Owen's eighth day, and thus his brit milah.

Friends S, R, and I all had completely coordinated the setup - again, we've got such wonderful, devoted, and supportive friends! Despite getting held up and detoured by a police blockade after a shootout a few miles down the road (never a dull moment!), they arrived and put out an amazing spread of food and decorations. There was even a giant blow-up balloon of Thomas the Tank Engine, which Zachary kept pointing at and talking about throughout breakfast; by the afternoon, I'd transferred it up to his room, where it's been getting equal attention to the circling airplane mobile overhead.

We used the same mohel as for Zachary, who was again extremely helpful and patient in explaining the various traditions. Mima and grandma were again the kvatters (bringing the baby in for the ceremony), and friend J honored us by acting as the sondek (who holds the baby during the ceremony). Owen did pretty well, though he did have his own input into the ceremony, peeing on folks when the diaper came off. (The experienced mohel had had me set aside some extra diapers and wipes for just such an eventuality.) Owen's hebrew name was announced as Lev Shlomo (לב שלמה). Lev (Hebrew for 'heart') is for Meredith's great grandmother Lilian, and Shlomo (Hebrew for 'God's peace') is for my dad.

After the ceremony, there was a wonderful smorgasboard of yummy foods to celebrate with: quiches, bagels with all possible fixing, multiple kinds of full-size (direct from New York, thanks Aunt J!) and mini-cupcakes, two slightly over-toasted challahs that I'd baked (but neglected in the final frantic minutes before people started arriving), fruits, couscous, little tartlets, and even a cake from our favorite bakery. I think we'll be set foodwise for the rest of the week! Full bris photo coverage (fear not, there isn't that kind of coverage) can be found here. Huge thanks to all of our friends and family who were able to make it on a weekday (and despite the, ah, aforementioned police incident), and we certainly look forward to Owen getting to meet everyone else (and getting to have slightly quieter and, ah, painless visits) in the days and weeks to come!

Owen Goes Cordless

I forgot to mention yesterday - Owen's already lost his cord! It disappeared somewhere between diaper changes yesterday, and everything looks to be healing quickly. Zachary's had departed a bit later on (soon after his bris), so already some differences between the two boys. On that topic, I know there's a huge temptation to censor direct comparisons as favoring or judging one boy against the other, but my feeling is that they're both just different little boys and it's okay to talk about those differences, right? Meanwhile, both Meh and I have caught ourselves inadvertently calling Owen by Zachary's name on a few occasions. Learning a new name perfectly right off the bat is tough!

On the topic of names, Zachary has now progressed to starting to point at Owen (or more frequently his picture on that loop of photos I put into the Xbox) and then calling him "o-wee" (or sometimes "o-wah").

Owen continues to spend more and more time awake and in that "quiet alert" state, which we think for him looks like a continual state of wide-eyed shock. He got to meet his Aunt I today. Then grandma, Aunt I, and I took Zachary to the park to give mommy and Owen a little quiet time (and let Zachary run around like a crazy man on various toys, swings, and slides). Aunt I brought Zachary's new favorite toys: a set of toy monster trucks ("mah-mah!"). He already loved the word from his favorite book, and now he's got four of them to push around and say "uh-oh" and "crash!" about.