Four Weeks

Alasdair was four weeks old on Thursday. Over the last few days he's started smiling when we ask for "Big Smiles?"...though it could still be wind. Here's some photographic evidence along with a couple of other snaps taken over the last few days.



Grandparents: If you want the full size version of the one of me, or, you know, any of the others, let me know and I'll e-mail it to you.

Awwww

Test

This is a test. If this was a real post you'd be seeing a cute pic of Nikki, Alasdair or even me from somewhere outside. As it's a test I'm afraid its a photo of Tim from inside. Sorry mum. You're welcome Bruno.

MMS

Another Two Pictures

As I'm feeling somewhat prodded to step up the photo pace after a phone call with Alasdair's Granny, you get a double update today. Here's one with Mum:

 

And here's Alasdair waking up from a little nap in Mummy and Daddy's bed:

 

Waking Up

There's usually a nice quiet period between waking up and realising he's hungry. This is prime photo time.
Sorry for not editing out the bear's bum...

Quiet Dignity

I know you've all been worrying about how Tim is coping with not being the center of attention any more. He's accepted the situation and, although he sometimes dashes into his cage when Alasdair is screaming, he still seems to be managing to get his naps in. He's now back to charging around the house like a lunatic every morning, but for the first few days this was the sight that greeted me when I came out to boil the kettle...quietly watching the world go by.

Chin Up!

Granny wants a photo of Alasdair with his chin up...we tried.

Rough Day

If our little man looks tired it's because he's had a tough day. Today was our one week check up with the pediatrician. He was poked, prodded, weighed, measured, turned all over, had torches shone in his eyes and then, for good measure, had a heel stick so they could get 5 drops of blood for the second round of the Texas Newborn Screening Program. He cried briefly when the stick went in, but was back asleep by the time the lab tech had got her 5th sample. Little tough guy.

His weight was back up to 6lbs 15oz, which is 4oz up from his discharge weight on Sunday. He measured 21", an entire 0.5" up from Thursday. The pediatrician says he's in the 77th percentile for height and 17th percentile for weight, so he's tall and thin at the moment, though we can't read much into that for now. We got a prescription for him for some antibiotics for his eye. His right tear duct is blocked, leaving his eye a bit gooey sometimes. It sticks closed a little longer than the other. He often has his fists clenched in front of his face when he wakes up, so the effect is kind of like a boxer who's not having a good night. I'll try to capture this on camera, as it never fails to make me laugh.

Not Alasdair

Okay, so we've been a little heavy on the photos of Alasdair around here the last few days, so here's something a little different...First up, spot the badge of honour under the VM of Nikki's favourite t-shirt (she really loves the increased efficiency and cost-effectiveness of a virtualised IT environment). Yes, that is what you think it is...

Next up, a frankly intimidating fruit, uh, arrangement, received from Nikki's work...the chocolate covered strawberries won't last long, then I reckon it'll be grapes, non-chocolate strawberries, pineapples and watermelon. The orange and green melon bits will probably rot.

Oh, okay...just the one of the little man...