Milo's one month doctor's visit

He is 11 lbs even, 22 inches, with a head circumference of 38.5 cm.
In honor of all this, I have a video of him waking up:

Things that have been true for Milo's whole life

It has always been spring.
George Bush has always been President.
The Yankees have never won the World Series.
We've always been in a recession.
Mangoes have never been in season.
Obama and Clinton have always been running for President.
It has never snowed.

Body part of the week: the right foot

Solidarity, goo

Milo doesn't have full control of his body yet, and often flails about in an amusing manner.
This is what we call the 'Power to the Babies' pose.

Does he look like either of us?

Milo sleeps through more visits: Jen's colleagues edition

Ashley (note Rachel's taking this same picture with the cell phone, lower right):


Rachel:

10 pounds, six ounces

It's been a few weeks since we were last at the doctor's office, so we've been very curious about how much he weighs now. Finally, we nabbed him when he was waking up, stuck him in the biggest bowl we had, and put him on the food scale.

Milo meets his second cousins, once removed

Sam:


Megan:


Stephen:

Jen:

Milo's hand: part 3 in a continuing series

What's more common than a nail clipper?

Milo's hand part 2 in a continuing series

My wife claims that her hand is not a common object, so today's offering shows Milo's hand juxtaposed with a bottle.

Milo body part of the week: The hand (the first in a series)

It has been alleged that Milo has large hands. This is the first installment in a series in which we examine the claim by posting photographs of Milo's hand next to other common objects.


Here is a wider view. Milo is in a sling.

Milo meets Emily (and half of Ira)

Well, OK, he met Ira already.

Grape, your lordship?

Every day, it seems Milo requires that he be held in a new position before he will stop fussing. This morning, he's demanded to recline on my lap, with his head resting on my left arm.

I am typing slowly.

Here's yesterday's position:


Close-up for better eye-viewing:

Milo is feeling a bit sniffly ...

I tried to get a picture of his booger, but I couldn't get it in focus, so I offer this image of him sleeping off his woes instead:

Island Birthmark

Perhaps Milo's destiny is tied up with Puerto Rico's?

Milo body part of the week: The left ear

Milo's ears seem unexceptional except of course for their extreme cuteness and the closeness with which they hew to his skull. They are also sort of fuzzy, which I don't think comes through in this picture.

Milo likes to hear things. Recently he listened attentively to The Far Side of the World, book 10 in the Patrick O'Brian series about the British navy. We have some excellent music lined up for his listening pleasure, including Woody Guthrie, They Might Be Giants, and lullabies adapted from songs by The Rolling Stones. I wonder how he will feel about David Sedaris?

Milo wakes himself up

The many faces of Milo

Anyone have good suggestions for creating collages? I used Google's presentation software to do this, but it took way too long.

Milo meets more important people

Uncle Matt:

Fake Uncle Matt:
Fake Aunt Beth:

Lessons learned #1: diapering

It turns out that if, at 4:30 AM, the diaper is no longer covering the butt, poop can get:
On his clothing
On the receiving blanket
On the breastfeeding pillow
On his parents' blanket
On his parents' sheet

Note to self: try not to allow this to happen again.

In which Milo loses his umbilical cord, goes for a walk, and is again pooped

The cord fell off the night before last:
... which means he can have a real bath now.

The day was lovely, so we walked around the neighborhood and looked at the other babies.

As you can imagine, this tired Milo right out (as do most things, like eating, cuddling, and days that end in 'Y'), so he took a nap on his mother:

Milo meets Megan and gains weight

Today, Milo went to the doctors' for a routine blood test. They also weighed him, and he came in at 8 lbs, 6 oz. This is good; it means he's gaining weight well and feeding properly.
He was 7 lbs, 13 oz. at birth, and was down as low as 7 lbs, 1 oz. on his third day.

His umbilical chord stump also fell off today - the time just flies by.

Pooped

Milo and I took a little nap on the couch, and a photographer viciously took this picture while we were too tired to defend ourselves. We had a tiring day. I worked on the taxes, and, um, I probably did other useful stuff too, and he had to process organic manner to extract its nutrative elements and dispose of the rest (he seems especially good at the disposal).

Milo meets his maternal grandmother