Month: September 2007

Doin’ Daddy Duty tonight with the little guy. Mommy is only to be woken up in the event of feeding time, which of course she has been…so I get to slip away and post pictures. (No, not of that.)

My fellow baby guardians tonight: Oberon and Olivia. Olivia has apparently come around with regards to the baby. She’s more or less acting like Obi now. I think what had her unnerved was unexpected visitors yesterday (of which see more below), not necessarily Evan.

Oh, he looks harmless now. But this little guy can already hold his own head up for short periods of time, rip the binky out of his mouth, and hurl it somewhere. Don’t let your guard down for a second.

Obi checks on his new best pal ever.

Evan, in the meantime, has not a care in the world.

On visitors: I’ve been asked a couple of times when’s a good time to come see Evan (and us). The answer is: when he’s three. 😆 No, seriously, not that long, but give us a few weeks to get into this new rhythm as parents. Right now he needs to be fed every few hours, needs to be changed about as often (funny coincidence, that), and is keeping his mom and dad up all hours. I’ll be very gentle when I say that anyone just dropping in would not be catching us at our best (and would probably be sent packing by Xena in short order anyway) right now. I’m short on sleep, but not short on patience (yet) – what we’re doing is about as necessary as necessary can get. Jan’s short on sleep, and not short on pain from the surgery. So…smart money right now is on staying away for a little bit and giving us some time. And just know that you’ll be getting plenty of Evan in the blog here, so it’s not like I’m completely shutting everyone out.

Back to the daddy guard shack for me.… Read more

We came home from the hospital this afternoon. Evan is still trying to get adjusted to new sights, sounds and smells. We’re still trying to get adjusted to him being here! Evan’s mom is resting comfortably now in her own bed, armed with painkillers, copious amounts of water and good food, and me at her beck and call. I go and check on them every hour or so while they sleep in her bed, but I don’t wake them up. While Evan still wakes her up every 3 or 4 hours so she can open up Mommy’s Buffet Line (apparently, judging by how much he chows down, the right boob is way, way better than the left boob), at least here she doesn’t have to deal with nurses waking her up every hour to check her blood pressure, temperature, etc. etc. So while you might not think that you’d get more sleep after going home with a screamin’ baby, that is actually the case here.

For months, we’ve been telling Oberon that Evan is going to be his best buddy. To my total amazement, it’s like Oberon has heard every word of this and taken it on board. He’s completely fascinated by Evan, and has gotten close enough to sniff Evan’s forehead while Evan reached out to try to grab some Obi fur. It’s surreal to imagine that there’s already some kind of bond there, but I suppose stranger things have in fact happened. (Before anyone freaks out – the door is closed while Evan and his mom sleep, so there’s no smother hazard there. I am carefully supervising any contact between baby and kitties.) On the flipside, it’s a bit disappointing that Olivia is the sole holdout: she runs and hides at the first peep or poop that Evan makes. She practically lives in the game room now, in one of Othello’s secret sleeping spots or, if she’s feeling a bit more secure, on the lid of my scanner. Even Othello has gone to scope out the new arrival and seems to approve. No idea what Xena thinks yet – she’s been laying low.

I really do wonder what I used to do with my time before now.… Read more

Oberon the cat here. Welcome to my room. Isn’t it luxurious? Great smooth floor for us kitties to run around and skid out on. I love it.

I’m taking over the blog for a bit while the people get ready to go have this baby thing. They say they’re going to the hospital tonight, and then they’re going to come back in a couple of days with the baby. And then this’ll be his room. Ha! We’ll see about that. He’s not even going to be able to run around and fishtail like we do, what use could he possibly have for this room?

I’ll let you know what all happens. Olivia and Othello might help too. They have to remind me how to type. Actually, Olivia’s typing this for me right now. That’s why everything’s spelled right. She are smrt kttn.… Read more