Time loses meaning for the most part with a newborn. Sure, the light of day waxes and wanes, but meals and naps, food and sleep, become somewhat abstracted, and life more or less boils down to reactions to primal urges. It is quite a surreal feeling, and the temptation to sit in front of the television and zone out is rather overwhelming. I've read through about half of "What to Expect During the First Year," and I'm feeling a bit more competent as a parent, but even the book seems to contradict advice from others, and even give conflicting advice at times. Sometimes the advice seems so outdated, I wonder why I even bother with the thing. For now, we're mostly just responding to Xander, and doing what he seems to want. The worst time of the day for him is having his diaper off, with a cold wipe dragged across his frequently poop-stained bottom. Otherwise, he's quite the happy little baby. He sleeps quite a lot, and makes lots of fun little expressions in sleep, and while awake, to keep us entertained. My favorite is the serious look he gets when he's pooping. I'll have to get a picture of that one for the record books...
In the meantime, a few more pictures from the hospital. Ah, how a week passes so quickly!
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