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So that’s why they called it a mess hall?

Solid food has been something of an adventure. More times than not, as much seems to get on Logan, his immediate surroundings, and us, as gets in his belly. At our most recent pediatrician visit, he weighed in at 14lbs 2oz. This is still very small, and puts him in the lower range of normal, but the doctor says that despite his stature, he’s still healthy. Regardless, of this fact, Cameron is concerned about a variety of potential reasons for his low weight, and among those is that he simply isn’t getting enough nutrition from breast milk.

Pleased with success
I don’t that that’s the case, but this is about the time when it makes the most sense to start weaning him onto real people food. Starting in July Cameron will be going back to work for some amount of time, and the logistics of maintaining a breast milk only diet will become too complicated and stressful to manage.

Who loves pureed squash?
So we’ve upped the puree food dosage to two pucks at a sitting instead of one. This is about 4 teaspoons, give or take. Even doubling up on the dosage, we still have several weeks of food left from our original batches, so we’re still eating avocado, butternut squash, and sweet potatoes. I’m still startled at how easy it was to do, how cheap it was, and how much it yielded. I’m not sure why anyone buys babyhood.

Suboptimal feeding position

We had been eating sitting in the Bumpo chair but that caused some complications. The soft Bumpo allowed Logan to pivot around an awful lot and he’s easily distracted. He’d lean off to the side and try to pluck at the floor. Or, since his feeder had to sit on the floor with him, with legs splayed out on either side for maximum comfort, he’d pluck at our legs. This would leave small undocumented smears of pureed food in unusual and hard to find places about the legs and ankles. Fortunately, we’ve since procured a high chair and the ease and comfort of this task has improved dramatically, although it has not alleviated substantially the novelty of discovering dried squash in unusual locations.

How not to babysit for me.

As a new parent, I have found that I am flush with new perspectives and emotional responses. I find that I am far more likely to be infatuated with miniature clothing prominently featuring cartoon animals. I am more tolerant of being liberally coated in drool. I engage in singing more often, which is to say “at all,” to a visibly pleased audience of one.

It’s not all so positive though. I’ve also noticed some increased tendencies to be overly and aggressively protective, a response I probably don’t need much encouragement with. When the pediatrician’s office notified me that Logan’s insurance was being denied prior to his frenectomy, I did act very gentlemanly. Fortunately, I was able to channel my displeasure at the insurance company, an industry that I believe deserves all the abuse it gets.

Today I saw this video. I’ll warn you, that links to a surveillance video of a baby sitter abusing an 11 month old child in ways that are potentially fatal. A year ago I would have watched this video and had a negative response along the lines of “That’s terrible. This person should face a stiff penalty.”

I watch it now and I’m filled with a murderous rage. If that were my child in the video, I would have to be restrained. Just sitting here typing this, and remembering it, makes me angry. I think of my son being treated like that and I feel compelled to violence.

Here is a picture of a puppy to help you get over the angry thoughts.

The unbearable spring of January

In most parts of the country, this time of year is typically marked by long periods of overcast darkness and freezing precipitation. We are not used to this in Las Vegas. A few cloudy days perhaps, maybe some brief rain in the morning a few times a month.

Loving the Bumpo

When we caught a western storm system this last week, it stuck around and rained more or less constantly for six days. I’ve been living in Las Vegas for 16 years. This was unprecedented precipitation. We got half a year’s worth of rain in less than a week.

The jaunt of his hat reminds me of a sailor for some reason.

So when it let up and the sun came out, we bundled Logan up and went out for a walk around the neighborhood. For the most part he seemed to enjoy himself, but didn’t appear to care much for the bright sunlight. Having spent most of this short life in the Morlock friendly interior of our home, this was little surprise.

Out for a walk
Logan has started to take note of his surroundings and is making an increased effort to interact with what’s around him. On a few occasions, he has grabbed ahold of a rattle or a toy. Frequently he will grab at his binky, and he’s taken to gripping at mine or Cameron’s shirt while he sleeps in the wrap.

A steady hand
The real interaction, however, is with the little keyboard. This is an old Casio battery powered keyboard that Cameron received as a child. Something that she used to learn to play the piano. She pulled it out to see if Logan would respond to the interactive noise and blinking lights.

Casio creates memories

We weren’t surprised that it caught his interest, but were a little surprised at just how much he seems to enjoy it. He’s given it a pretty significant beating over the last few days. I expect his first album will be out next year.

Logan working on his Dennis DeYoung skills

The Holidays

For people who claim to prefer spending their time at home, we seem to end up spending a lot of time at holiday parties. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with this, in my opinion. Holiday parties are a great place to get some free snacks.

Carving the Christmas roast

It’s also good for free babysitting. Show up, pass your baby off to someone else and enjoy the party. In my experience, your friends will gleefully spend as much time as is available cooing and making faces at the baby, freeing you up for more adult activities, such as eating free food and ducking your parental responsibilities.

Cat and Logan

We’re lucky to have so many good friends.

Mocking a baby is a lot more fun than you'd think

Logan will be three months old on Saturday. In some ways, it doesn’t seem like it’s been that long, while in others, it feels like he’s taking his own sweet time growing up. I’m split between wanting to enjoy these brief moments of relative calm prior to a mobilized infant, and a strong desire for him to finish growing up so he can do all my household chores.

Smiling can be hard work
As Logan becomes more aware of his surroundings he moves through a number of cognitive actions and practices. As an anthropologist, I’m fascinated by his cognitive development. Learning to grab the loose material on his shirt, seems like something of a victory to him, even if all he can seem to do with the discovery is jam the material in his mouth. Nearly every day he discovers his own feet, and seems genuinely surprised each time.

Amelly reaches out to Logan
The last few days I’ve been attempting to teach him to get his thumb in his mouth, so he can self satisfy his oral comfort and relieve his mother and I of doing so. This has turned out to be a significant challenge of dexterity for everyone. He’s more than capable of sticking his thumb out from his hand. Once it’s placed in his mouth, however, it causes such a paroxysm of spastic joy, that he clenches his fist in glee, and forcefully ejects the thumb.

Grandpa Ron babysits

I’m sure that with repeated practice, we’ll all get the hang of it.

Sleeps like his mother

Here are some Holiday pictures of babies that are not mine, but are still cute.

Luke never misses a chance to ham it up for the camera

JT at play

Michelle and the other Logan

Waiting for the sun.

Being a parent is, I suspect, the sort of experience that continually provides lessons and perspectives on how your life works. I’ve been a father for just shy of a week, and already I’m noticing some things. I’ve yet to have a world shattering paradigm shift yet, something I was promised with varying shades of doom. Most evident so far, and surprisingly startling, is the time dilation.

Before Logan arrived, my normal schedule had me up by 3:30 or 4:00 in the morning. I would spend an hour and a half or so at the gym, before arriving at the office at 7:00. I would spend 8 to 10 hours at the office, taking my lunch at my desk most days. After all that, I would still have a few hours in the evening of leisure time before getting a full nights sleep.

Since Logan was born, I’ve not been going to the office, or to the gym. I seem to be sleeping only 4 to 6 hours a night, with a nap in the afternoon maybe. I should have nearly 14 hours a day of extra time, and yet, I don’t seem to be able to sit down for much more than an hour or so, maybe two.

Where the hell has all that time gone? Do babies generate a gravitational field so intense that reality warps around them?

Babies are like puppies, sorta

Neither one like flash photos and tend to move around too much in low light to get good focus. They’re also cute, and they poop a lot. Fortunately, babies, unlike puppies, wear diapers, and eventually grow out of irresponsible pooping. Puppies, on the other hand, never wreck your car, steal knives from the post exchange or break overhead lamp fixtures with a yo yo.

kissy face

Not a sleeper hold

Babies are like puppies and move too much to get in focus sometimes

Post burp relief

Happy Birthday Logan

At 6:18 this morning, after an astonishingly brief labor, Logan had had enough, and popped right out.

Logan Garret Hawkins

Say hi to the internet son.

Typical overachiever

Water broke at 5:35. Two midwives and a doula are on the scene an no one thinks the birth tub will be here in time.

Off to the races

At quarter to three this morning, Cameron woke me up to let me know that it seemed like her contractions were starting and that she had called Tiffani, our Doula. We spent another two hours charting contraction duration and separation before we called Tiffani again and she arrived on the scene about 15 minutes ago.

Cameron and I remarked that it seemed like the contractions were coming quickly, but we also admitted to each other that we really didn’t have much in the way of context other than TV and movies, which are notoriously over dramatic.

So, the Doula is here, the birth tub is on the way, the dog is kinda freaked out and there’s a lot of yelling every few minutes. Sounds to me like we’re gonna have a baby.

No one puts baby in the corner

There are rituals and observations that every new parent must endure and observe. Certain tasks that must be performed in just the right way, so as to avoid ruining the life of the child and isolating and offending all of your closest family. Typically these are simple things, like, feeding your new infant and not leaving it on the roof of the car as you pull out of the driveway. Occaisionally they are dangerous things, like, fighting off a pack of hungry wolves with a burning table leg while fleeing Siberia during the October revolution, or registering your child with a desirable day care service.

Most often though, these things that we must do are easy, and even fun. Tasks like video taping the kid’s first steps, taking a nap with him laying on your chest, or teaching him how to design a defensive position with overlapping fields of fire that intersect predicted enemy approach angles and has adequate overhead cover to mitigate damage from incoming mortar fire, are all rewarding and enjoyable.

A limited few of these obligations are rife with potential obstacles and unforeseen complications, and must be performed regardless of need, lest you ostracize your closest friends and family. Such is the baby shower.

Don’t scoff. I can hear you scoffing! Baby showers are minefields of potential disaster with far reaching consequences. Did you forget to invite a rich Aunt? Does the cake include ingredients that will send any attendees into anaphylactic shock? Will the mother to be freak out about colors of the guest book? Did the invitations include the address? Will anyone guess the circumference of the mother’s belly? Did we buy enough beer?

Cameron, post cake cutting

Despite all the risk, we elected to go ahead with the baby shower. Lot’s of people showed up, including my sister who flew in from Texas. Close to 50 people (including toddlers and infants) sat around eating, talking, drinking and giving us gifts. The number of attendees seemed to surprise Cameron who evidently believes we are social pariahs living on a secluded island in the Baltic Sea, with no friends or contact with civilized company. It did not surprise me, because I know we aren’t lepers; and the invitations said we’d be serving food. People are suckers for free food.

The cake

If you attended, thank you. Your generosity and friendship are appreciated. It’s nice to have such good friends. If you didn’t attend, man you missed out. I cooked Kahlua Pork. My grind pretty ono for haole. There were also giraffe cookies, a Jedi cake, and plenty of beer. Click through for the rest of the pictures.

Me and Cameron