3 Weeks of New born Baby Bliss...

Our Colter is 3 weeks old today!

Three weeks!

I cannot believe it!

I have to try hard to not be sad about his growing up.

I have to try hard to not say things like "Ohhh, this is the last time I will ever get to..."

Instead, I am trying to remember that I am so stinkin' lucky to have had the opportunity to do this new-born-baby-thing 5--FIVE times!  That is amazing.  There are people who don't ever get to do this and who really, really, really want to.

So, here are a few things about our last three (wonderful) weeks.


My oldest sister, Jennifer, came out from Maine for a week.  It was so wonderful and deserves a whole post in and of itself.  But I am still working on posts for the kids reactions to Colter being a boy and heaven knows I wont get around to all the other posts I want to type.

We showed Jenn around the Stanford campus.  She is trying to decide where to attend graduate school and I am pushing Stanford as hard as I can.  My children were spazzes, as always (see the first two pictures).  And we got to check out the "Thinker" who has been away from the Stanford Cantor Arts Center for the last two years.  

Jenn kept my dishes and house cleaning up while I napped and rested.  She held the baby and entertained the big kids.  She even made the big kids help clean up--blasting her music so it was super fun.  (Clare is dancing while she sweeps up there.) 

We took loads of pictures so Jennifer could give my Mom and other sisters at home a virtual tour of my home here in California.  The picture above is a little bit of proof that my children do resemble my side of the family.  Jennifer and Wyatt both suffer from the same I-cannot-keep-my-eyes-open-when-a-flash-goes-off affliction.

Will decided Colt was old enough to participate in Daddy-kid rough housing.  

Colt was not amused.  

Adell is doing a great job at being a big sister.  Although, when ever she is around Colter her index finger is always poised to poke something...usually his face or eyes.

Adell says "Ohhh, he's so cute!" and asks "Is Colt awake?" every time I come around with Colter on my shoulder.  She does not like it when we call the baby "Colter" or "Cole" she always corrects us: "No, he's COLT!"

For the first couple of weeks Adell kept marveling at the much diminished size of my belly.  She would say things like: "Now Momma can run and jump and play because the doctor sneak-ed the baby out of her belly!"  In the second week Colter developed those chapped lips nursing babies get.  It bothered Adell a lot and she would ask me to "take off Colt's horns".

I try to get a nap in every day.  So far it has been working out pretty well--however--I end up with hair like this every time I wake up.  It is lovely--yes?

Colter has come out of the new born baby zombie phase--where he is only awake to eat brains.  Now he has long periods of alert time during the day (and night--darn it).  He likes to look for the faces of our family members when he is awake.  He pukes a lot.  He hates baths but seems to enjoy showers.  He weighed 9 pounds 3 ounces at his 2 week check up.  He has started growing a healthy crop of three-week-old-baby-acne.  I will not be posting close-ups of his face for a while.  

Three weeks, we are so lucky!