Apartment Hopper

Stinks went apartment-hopping in Richland this past weekend and slept and cried his way through the tour. First stop: the LaVerde apartments, where Great grandma Ni-ni, honest as ever, commented on my physique within about 10 minutes of arrival, saying "Well, your face has gotten thinner, but your body has definitely gotten bigger!". (Coming from her this is a compliment, seeing as how 6 days after birth she mentioned I looked chubby) Second stop: Washington Square apartments, new home to Grandpa Gong-Gong. Both were warm (uncomfortably so) and cozy, so Stinky was a happy clam. Speaking of warmth, I'm not sure what the cause is, but ever since he was born, my internal temperature has been wildly out of control. I used to have what we termed poor internal climate control, where I was very easily warm or cold and could not adjust very quickly. Now, it is just constant hotness and sweating. I think I prefer the former me!

Great-grandma's trusty chocolate supply in background, near-at-hand

Another alarming trend, this time regarding Stinks: crying. His periods of calm, sedate awareness or peaceful dreaming are becoming a rarity. These days he prefers attention and lots of it! He has wisened up to our old calming tricks (the swing, swaddling, laying on his back on the boppy). His latest preference is lounging on his side or stomach.

(notice new outfit)

And now an admission: I had up until this point been (blissfully) unaware that the one-piece jumpers Christian had spent his first month living in were not truly 'outfits'. I assumed they were a one-size-fits-any-occasion type of getup. He slept in them, played in them, ate in them, visited friends and family in them. In fact, I had been given a few newborn 3-piece suits and secretly wondered "Who actually puts forth the effort to dress their baby in these as a newborn?". Well, apparently, everyone besides me (what a novelty, people actually putting pants, socks and jackets on their kids!). So this weekend marked the inaugural debut of Christian's brand new wardrobe. So long, beloved Turtle jumper! (well, maybe not a complete farewell!)

One of his "real" outfits (minus jacket)

This weekend we also got to visit Christian's old Hypnobirthing classmates at our reunion. We met their new babies, Mona and Charlie, and heard about Mona's mom's 42-hour natural labor! Aye carumba! Thank goodness Christian took it easy on me...I will now think twice before complaining about my 12-hour experience!