Umm..update.

In case anyone is following this blog.....Hello? Hello!?!?!? Max seems to be settling in, at least for now. Recently he developed a pretty no-nonsense personality: "Now I'm gonna make it short and sweet. You change my poopy diapers and feed me, you and I will get along just fine. Screw this up and you'll regret ever being born. WAAAAAH!!!!"

We took him on his second car trip to the doctor, which required bundling him up:
He got weighed and it looks like he's back to his birth weight. (For the uninitiated, babies can lose up to 10% of their birth weight before the mothers' milk comes in.)

We also started Max on a strict exercise regimen. The reason, again for the uninitiated, is that babies these days spend all their time on their back to prevent SIDS. However, this means lots of muscles in the babies' backs and necks don't get developed as well as they would if they were on their stomach. Also I am known as a workout sadist. So our first exercise is to get Max on his stomach. Max is shown below in the middle of his workout:

The second exercise is to put him on a "boppy" which forces him to lift his head. Again, Max in action:


For those who naturally ask, "Is Max dead?" I assure you he isn't. Delia and her mom are currently trying to give him a sponge bath, and I suspect you can hear him in your city. In any case, here are some photos of him awake (or at least with us getting his eyes open somehow):

During this time Delia's mom and dad have helped with lots of cooking and looking after Max so we can sleep. Note Delia no longer looks like a vampire.

Delia's mom and dad stayed up with Max until 2am last night, which gave Delia and I a precious 4 hours of uninterrupted sleep - the best sleep since our friends Walter and Kace let me sleep in their house while Delia was recovering in the hospital.