You know when Windows tells you, “The computer’s going to restart in 15 minutes unless you hit cancel” and then you hit cancel every 15 minutes for two days?
Thanks to my son, Windows pulled a fast one on me. I hit cancel once, then my son started making noise. So I put my laptop on the coffee table and proceeded to change my son’s diaper, give him some formula, and burp him. As I put him back in his swing, I heard the Windows 8 alert noise. Looked at the screen just in time to see this:
I think my son is juicing.
Every time I see him, his head is bigger. Bigger, wider, more round. You know — just like Barry Bonds.
Six weeks ago tomorrow — June 26, 2013 — Julie and I welcomed Fox Harrison Premo into the world and our family.
For the most part he’s been a great baby. He cries, but not nearly as often as I anticipated. He pees after we open the diaper, but it doesn’t shoot over my head or worse — into my face. He eats, he sleeps, he poops.
He lets us know when he’s hungry. Sometimes he’s gassy.
He’s photogenic. When he was born his hands and feet looked like adult hands and feet, just shrunk down.
Although I can’t remember the time specifically, I have seen pictures of myself as a baby. I suspect that when my mom meets Fox, she will remark that he looks a lot like I looked.
He’s not particularly interactive just yet, but today I found myself looking at pictures of him on my phone, and I found myself wishing I was with him. It was at that point I decided to start this blog.