Nicknames So Far

Nerdstar still calls him Pinhead and Little Man.

I call him mostly Handsome, then Little Fella, Farty Butt, Munchkin, and Piglet.

New Pics

Our boy is getting noticeably bigger and heavier. He's also been "talking" to us for the past few days. And his baby acne seems to be on the recovery side of things.

Last night we were all hanging out in his room for a little while. I've had sleep music on his iPod for months. I finally put some awake time tunes on there the other day. I swear this was during AC/DC For Those About to Rock. Heh.



How adorable is that sweet little face?


We liked this one because it looks like he's putting his hand over her mouth to make her stop talking. Which is funny because I'm the one who talks his ears off, not her.

Dealing With Idiots

I don't understand how hard it is for some people to simply do their job. Ugh. And really, I'm writing this on behalf of poor Nerdstar, who's actually having to talk with these people all the time.

We had forgotten that the hospital put the wrong date on his "proof of birth" letter, and since we sent in the forms for his birth certificate the other day, figured this wouldn't matter. Then her HR wanted something proving he was born so they could add him to her insurance, so she faxed that little letter off not even thinking about the wrong date, until they called and said, um, nope, that won't work. Of course, the lady at the hospital who can fix this mistake (as opposed to all the people who work there who apparently can't fix the mistake) is out today, and only works part time anyway. This wouldn't be such a big deal if there wasn't a $270 bill from the ped. office waiting to be re-filed with the insurance company. Plus, once we get his birth certificate, if it's wrong it's $10 to get it fixed. Ugh.

But the real winners in the idiot department are the folks at the disability company. Nerdstar's having to play middle man between them and the doctor's office billing dept. For reasons completely unknown, and in spite of calling her almost every day up until he was born, to see if he was born yet, they can't seem to get right his actual delivery date and when benefits should have started, as opposed to when they seem to have arbitrarily started them, etc. And the doctor's office wants no part of finding whatever form they sent out in July and dealing with any of it.

Add in complete uncertainty regarding her current job and either of two other job prospects and constantly changing requirements for said jobs, well, lets say we're not having a lot of fun on this front either. We had been planning on her starting a new job on the 20th of this month. That's now looking a lot more iffy. They're going to have her take a language test, and we're just praying it's not the same one she failed at her last job. (There are several different language tests for her type of work.) While I'm thrilled to have her home for as long as possible, financial uncertainty is never fun.

So Far

Today he's five weeks old. So far he's like his mama Nerdstar.

He loves to eat, or at least, the only time he cries and then screams is when he's hungry. Other than that he's not fussy. She said she doesn't cry when she's hungry, but I said she would if someone else was in charge of her meal times! She's still complaining that after being in labor for around 17 hours, the first thing the nurses told her was that she missed dinner and all they had was crackers and ginger ale.

He loves baths. He loves to just lounge in his little plastic bath tub and let us run the warm water over him. He's even starting to like having his hair washed. It'll be fun when he can sit up and sit in a bigger tub and splash around!

He's still so mellow. When he's awake he still prefers to just sit on our laps and stare into space. Nerdstar can do quite well at staring into space.

And, of course, to me they're both just so, so, so cute.

Peace

I've always had an evil brain. It races around non-stop ninety miles an hour.

When I was in middle school and high school I played trombone in the band. In high school, I was fortunate enough to be in the jazz band. It was the one hour a day I didn't think about anything other than playing the music. By my senior year, that one hour a day probably saved my sanity, if not my life.

Several years ago, when we lived in Austin, I finally bought a motorcycle. Riding out in the hill country is fun and beautiful. Like playing music, riding takes up all my thoughts, and also seems to drive the unnecessary ones out. I don't ride very often here in the DC area, but every once in a while I'll still take it out for a ride and enjoy the blue skies and green trees.

And now, sitting and holding little Noah Maxx not only brings peace to my brain, it brings a joy to my heart.

Two Firsts

Yesterday we both got our hair cut and had hoped our dude would have time to trim Noah's, but he was busy. So, we broke out the scissors and comb and I managed to trim it up some. I'm sure it doesn't look any different in the pic, but we can tell.

Then today he finally fell asleep and took a nice long nap in the swing. Before today he'd do about six minutes in it and start crying. So that's cool.

One Month Pics

He's really seemed to enjoy the last couple of baths when we let him sit and enjoy the warm water. He's still not so crazy about washing all that hair!