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today will be better. because i say so.

Well, I don't know about you but I've had just about enough of being kicked about by the world. Now it's time to put away the tissues, and start kicking the fucker back. Fear me and my pedicured feets oh world!

The baby is brilliant and Z and I continue to be very attached to him and to each other. Thanks to this spirit of benevolence I'm even prepared to forgive the baby for that one-hour feeding stint he pulled at 4 am yesterday and for his general bad attitude of being less about the sleeping and more about the partying.

Matei has had his first bath which he seemed mostly confused about, but Z and I interpret the lack of the screamings as a positive sign. My son continues to have skinny little frog arms and legs although he looks like he is trying to turn his double chin into a triple. I am charmed by this and his kicky flaily little feet and by the string of grumpy old man faces he pulls when troubled by his digestive system. I also hope that some of my life's blood the milk he manages not to projectile vomit will find its way to his thighs to increase their nibblability (because if the child expects to be fed at 1-2 hour intervals I expect to see a return on my investment).

The other positive side of having your body sustain a bottomless opposum is that I can feel myself becoming a little thinner every day.

Bonding with the offspring

Baby: *gurgle*
Z: This little piggy went to the market. This little piggy stayed home. This little piggy read newspapers. This little piggy did puzzles. And this little piggy *thinks and flails*....is just a little piggy.

Orthodox Christmas rolled around a few days ago and to celebrate we dressed the child up in a Santa outfit his father acquired in H&M for £3. I love the fact that Z and I are on the same wavelength about this, because if you can't use your own child to further your amusement then a) the cats suffer and b) what the hell was the point of growing one for the better part of a year?

A few days before the baby was born

A week postpartum


Jan. 10th, 2008 06:04 pm (UTC)
because if you can't use your own child to further your amusement then a) the cats suffer and b) what the hell was the point of growing one for the better part of a year?

I agree! Love the santa suit. I dressed Zakary as a little elf for christmas cards and the cuteness was painful. tried to get the cat to join in with the photo too but he remained grumpily unfestive! :)

The feeding stretches out I promise...
Jan. 10th, 2008 06:24 pm (UTC)
The feeding stretches out I promise...

Oh god I hope so, otherwise both Z and I will get postnatal depression I sense.

Your four month old still seems unimaginably big to me. I can't even begin to picture how my baby will be at that advanced age.
Jan. 10th, 2008 06:40 pm (UTC)
Zakary was demanding food every 2 hours for the first few weeks and each feed took so long that it felt like they ran into one another that I was literally spending all day and all night feeeding and changing him. That all changed so gradually that I can't even pinpoint when or imagine being back there.

It's odd isn't it. I look at babies who are 7 or 8 months now and feel exactly the same!


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