He said if Uma gets one, he gets one too.

Wednesday, April 30, 2008

2 months, 2 days, 100 posts

Time to see the doctor! Kieran got his tear ducts all primed and working this morning in preparation for his (assault and) battery of shots. Poor kid. He got 3 of them, plus a nasty-tasting rotavirus vaccine. Everything looked fine. How about some numbers? 13 lbs., minus a couple ounces for clothes and diaper, 22¾ inches long, and 15¾ around the head. Uma took 13 weeks to get that big; Kieran's hitting 9 weeks tomorrow. Oops. I shouldn't compare the two of them. That leads to sibling rivalry and self-esteem problems.

Update: I (accidentally) found the post for Uma's 2 month checkup. Hers actually came at 69 days, whereas Kieran's was at 62 days. She weighed 11 lbs., 14 oz. compared to his 13 lbs. Her weight gain was thus 84.6 oz., or 1.22 oz/day compared to his 90 oz., or 1.45 oz/day.

The boy woke us up this morning at 5:30 to help him conduct some personal business. Fine, you know, it happens; he's certainly been kind to us in the sleep department, so the occasional lapse is easily forgiven. He was cleaned up, nursed, etc. (not by me; I was putting pictures up for you people), went back to bed. Naive me, I thought I could get another hour of sleep. Nope. Young Grunty there couldn't just sleep quietly like a normal baby. Every few minutes... GRRRNXK. I start to drift off.... SNGRNHHKKK. Minutes pass. HCHRRRRRZZZHHK. I mean, c'mon kid. A whole hour of this, and it was time to wake up again. GGFGFNNNENK. Ok ok I get the point. ZZRRNGQRN. Le sigh.

Incidentally, if you're looking for a pediatrician, our doc gets two thumbs up (one for Uma, one for Kieran). She's swell.


First (documented) smile


That black handle is quite the thing in the 2-month old crowd.

Squeeze his throat and his mouth just pops open


You can put stuff in there.

A little help here...


I want my dignity!


Gimme some clothes already.

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Big Hair and the Two Fists of Fury


That's the name of Kieran's band.

Monday, April 28, 2008

Oooh.... Flying bears


He's not filthy, it's, um, a tie-dye.

Sunday, April 27, 2008

Like visiting the zoo


Why the baby is in the cage and not the Puma?

Saturday, April 26, 2008

This isn't what I would call an improvement


Friday, April 25, 2008

I'm not ready for this


Lay me down!

Thursday, April 24, 2008

A meeting of the minds


Wednesday, April 23, 2008

I hope that hand is clean


Tuesday, April 22, 2008

6 for 7

Kieran has slept at least 6, and more often 8 hours every night over the last week except one. That one exceptional night he woke up at 4am, nursed, and went right back to sleep. He's been sleeping from something like midnight to 8am, which is pretty convenient. Sometimes he has a little trouble falling asleep, but he's pretty consolable, especially when I give him a two-handed tribal beat on his back.

He's starting to become more aware of his surroundings. He's noticing faces more. What he notices most is the noisy ball of energy we call Uma. She can actually be pretty helpful; she helped soothe him in his bouncey chair so I could finish something.


He's not smiling


But he's not mad, either.

Monday, April 21, 2008

Kieran doesn't wake up for less than $10,000/day


In other words, he sleeps a lot.

Sunday, April 20, 2008



Saturday, April 19, 2008

Daddy's first writer's block


At least on this baby blog.

Friday, April 18, 2008

I can see Mommy! I can see Mommy! I can see Mommy!


I can see Mommy! I can see Mommy! I can see Mommy! I can see Mommy! I can see Mommy! I can see Mommy! I can see Mommy! I can see Mommy! I can see Mommy! I can see Mommy! I can see Mommy! I can see Mommy! I can see Mommy! I can see Mommy! I can see Mommy! I can see Mommy! I can see Mommy! I can see Mommy! I can see Mommy! I can see Mommy! I can see Mommy! I can see Mommy! I can see Mommy! *snore*

Thursday, April 17, 2008

Off By One?

The scale at the pediatrician's disagreed with the scale at the store yesterday by a full pound. The medical scale said 11 lbs., 8 ounces while the one at the store yesterday said 12 lbs., 8 ounces with clothes. I may have to find a tie-breaker scale.


A very nice boy

Slept 9 hours last night. He would have slept longer, but we woke him up.


Our befuddled little middle-aged man


Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Bigger and better?

We took advantage of a scale at a children's resale store today to weigh The Boy. After subtracting clothes, he came in at approximately 12 lbs., 2 oz. The last time we weighed him was March 26, when he weighed 9 lbs., 7 oz. He's gained 43 oz. in the last 21 days. At 2 ounces/day, I'm guessing that he was 11 lbs., 8 oz. last Thursday, when he was 6 weeks and a day old. I mention that particular day because we have a weight for Uma at that age; she was 10 lbs., 1 oz. She had gained 55 oz. over her birth weight
She was a healthy eater, but he beats her record; he gained 66 oz. since birth to 6 weeks. Those chubby cheeks weigh a lot.

Babies this age don't do much, so all I have to write about is his weight. On the other main subject, he's slept over 6 hours a night three nights in a row. One night he slept something like 11:30pm to 7:45am. I hope I haven't jinxed it. He's mellower in many ways than Uma was, but I think she was more tolerant of being put down while awake. He won't stay in his papasan, his swing, his bouncy chair, or lying on the bed for more than 10 minutes at a time, in general.


I'll stay awake when it's my party


It's not my party


But I'll cry if I want to.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

A slow news day


Nuthin' to read.

Monday, April 14, 2008

Out to lunch


If he's asleep, he don't get no Thai food.


Aaaaahhhh! Too spicy!


Digesting at home.

Sunday, April 13, 2008

Cheating again


Saturday, April 12, 2008



A moment of mild panic


Almost a smile


Vauban, eat your heart out


Uma can be "active" and not thoroughly cognizant of her surroundings. The boy, he needs protection.

Um. Two kids.


One of them is named Kieran. I forget the other one.

Friday, April 11, 2008

Double your pleasure


Or halve it?

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Ugh. Morning already?


Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Little Boy Blue


Every time I comb his hair, I'm reminded of those strips from "Calvin & Hobbes" when Calvin has to get a school picture. He doesn't usually look this neat and clean.

Little boy blue
Sat in his shoe
Eating his curds and whey
Then came the rain
On the plain in Spain
Pop goes the weasel

Have you ever noticed how nursery rhymes don't make any sense?

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

He looks worried


He probably should be.

Monday, April 7, 2008

Young Blue Eyes


Gotta find some Gypsies before they change color...

Our handsome boy


The modeling school will teach him how to look at the camera.

Sunday, April 6, 2008

The age-old question


Why can't he do this when we want to sleep?

Go away!


Then he slams his door and spends all day in his room listening to The Cure...

Saturday, April 5, 2008

Uh oh. I'm stuck.


Friday, April 4, 2008

Twins weigh twice as much


Thursday, April 3, 2008

Kieran is a noisy sleeper



Wednesday, April 2, 2008





Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Finding a comfortable position


This isn't working so well.


This is a little bit better...


Ok, there we go.

Little boy


Big yawn.