3 weeks

2o days old. What an adventure...it is uncharted territory for all three of us, well 4 if you count the dog. I think we are doing remarkably well considering what many of you thought about any maternal skills I may have. Floyd has taken to breast feeding. I still have not gotten used to the "milk let down" or what is better termed the ejection or firehouse effect. Every morning I wake up soaked despite my best efforts otherwise.

At his 2 week check up Floyd had gained over a pound to get up to 7 lbs 11 oz. Dad says it is because he is a booby man. Rob's new favorite song to sing to the boy is "Its booby time!"

I ventured out of the house without Floyd for the first time to go to Yoga with Erin. I left dad with a bottle of breast milk. He said the boy chowed down and was ready for more. It was hard to relax during corpse-pose because I imagined Rob pulling his hair out trying to console Floyd without me, but I came home to a peaceful house, with Floyd asleep in daddy's arms. Rob insists that he has mad skills with the boy. He likes to crank up Radiohead and dance with Floyd in front of the Christmas tree.

We still have not learned how to effectively combat the sniper; Floyd peeing on us at every diaper change. I think he waits for the freedom of being without the diaper to open the flood gates. At least we know his kidneys are working (see earlier posts).

He is so amazing to stare at, as you can see "Grammy B" doing above. He has great facial expressions, likely inherited from mom, and a furrowed brow likely inherited from dad.
I think right now he looks like dad. We are waiting to see his eye and hair color. As you can see he inherited dad's hair line.

Watch for Floyd's first feature film to be posted this week.