Week 3 And Thanksgiving Day
10 pounds, 22 inches! Already up 1lb, 5oz and 1.5 inches taller. Oliver’s got my appetite and he’s growing so fast that he no longer fits in his hospital clothes.
Olie often emits a sound that resembles a mischievous laugh. He’s not actually laughing, but the sound combines a deep gurgle with a hee, hee, hee and it seems like he’s on to something you have yet to discover. He still rarely cries, preferring instead to express his needs and wants through coos, grunts, and gurgles. He also likes to flex his muscles, clenching his tiny fists and moving his arms as if he’s slow-motion boxing a speed bag. A look of satisfaction comes across his face with each blow delivered to the imaginary bag.
His eyes are wide open now. They were open at birth, but swollen and thus his baby blues were revealed only through small slits. His eyes stayed swollen for the first few weeks. But now, when I hold him he stares wide-eyed up into my face with his deep blue eyes fixated on the contours therein. He’s awake a lot now, no longer sleeping 18 hours (though it doesn’t seem like he ever did). And he certainly likes the early mornings. He gets that from his mama.
We’re having Thanksgiving Dinner with my friend Brenda and her parents. We go back so many years now that it is embarrassing to say. So I won’t. Years ago before I met your mama, I used to share holiday dinners with Brenda and her family in Seattle. I was too poor to travel home and was fortunate to share in their generosity. Some 13 years later (oops) we’ll once again be sharing a delightful holiday feast. Your Grandpa Rob and Grandma Lisa also came to join the celebratory feast. This evening you’ll be dining on tryptophan-laced milk, so perhaps you’ll break your record and sleep for 5 hours straight. That would be something for which to give thanks.
Olie often emits a sound that resembles a mischievous laugh. He’s not actually laughing, but the sound combines a deep gurgle with a hee, hee, hee and it seems like he’s on to something you have yet to discover. He still rarely cries, preferring instead to express his needs and wants through coos, grunts, and gurgles. He also likes to flex his muscles, clenching his tiny fists and moving his arms as if he’s slow-motion boxing a speed bag. A look of satisfaction comes across his face with each blow delivered to the imaginary bag.
His eyes are wide open now. They were open at birth, but swollen and thus his baby blues were revealed only through small slits. His eyes stayed swollen for the first few weeks. But now, when I hold him he stares wide-eyed up into my face with his deep blue eyes fixated on the contours therein. He’s awake a lot now, no longer sleeping 18 hours (though it doesn’t seem like he ever did). And he certainly likes the early mornings. He gets that from his mama.
We’re having Thanksgiving Dinner with my friend Brenda and her parents. We go back so many years now that it is embarrassing to say. So I won’t. Years ago before I met your mama, I used to share holiday dinners with Brenda and her family in Seattle. I was too poor to travel home and was fortunate to share in their generosity. Some 13 years later (oops) we’ll once again be sharing a delightful holiday feast. Your Grandpa Rob and Grandma Lisa also came to join the celebratory feast. This evening you’ll be dining on tryptophan-laced milk, so perhaps you’ll break your record and sleep for 5 hours straight. That would be something for which to give thanks.
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