So I went to the doctor the other day. After two weeks of bad-slim-fast-diet-like weight fluctuation, I clocked in at seven pounds, two ounces. The nurse cheered, Dad whispered congrats, and I promptly peed all over the scale. Make that 7 pounds flat.
It’s been a fortnight since leaving the hospital, and Mom and Dad are getting the hang of this parenting thing. While it doesn’t seem like Mom enjoys the mid-night feedings, she handles herself well and even remembers to brush her teeth on a regular basis. We’re currently reading Life of Pi together. As soon as my eyes work well enough to see pictures on a page, I’m sure we’ll switch to something more Dr. Seuss-ish. Maybe. She made apple bars yesterday; the scent in the kitch was enough to make me yearn for teeth.
Dad’s a pro at the baby stuff. When I can’t sleep at night (there’s something about 3:30 a.m. that just keeps me awake), he and I cuddle on the big green chair and talk of big things: the hops growing on the trellis in the back yard, dad’s latest ideas for brewing a new-flavored beer, and the difference between classical and jazz on the piano. We chill over a bottle (of milk) every morning so that Mom can get an extra wink of sleep, and the three of us plan the rest of the day around my need for eating and sleeping. It’s really not a bad way to live.
We’ve had a slew of visitors: a bunch of Corrigans, a bunch of Conrads and a handful of neighbors and friends. Mom tells me to tell you that you’re always welcome to call or stop by. Mom and Dad love the company, and when I can keep my big stormy-blues open long enough, I thoroughly enjoy the new faces.
That’s enough of this pen-to-paper-blog business. The time has come for a new diaper and a couple-few ounces of milk. Until next time –
Ken
3 comments:
Hi Ken,
I want my mom to bring me over to your house again. It's fun and you're cute. Maybe someday you and I will be secret best friends like our mommies were when they were in school. Has she told you that story yet?
I'll come over as soon as I get over my cold. You don't want it! It's a bummer. It even makes me get up at night again--my mom does not like that and she doesn't hide that fact.
Love,
Elliot
Hey Ken,
You certainly have a knack for writing... just like your Momma!!! It's good to be a Corrigan... just wait and see!!!
I wish my Mommy and Daddy could come and me and my siblings could come over and see you tomorrow and welcome you into the family personally - but we live sooo far away. But - we are soooo happy you are part of the clan and we think about you all the time. Mommy printed out your picture from the thing she sits at too much (computer) and we have you haning on our refridgerator!! You are a cutie!! Hope to see you soon - We love you and again, WELCOME to the family!!!
Love, Seany, Annemarie, and Ellen Dorsey!
That's some good journalin', kid. Did mom have to cover your ears last night during the football game? ;-) Daddy probably introduced you to some new words. Those are his angry words. you have to hug him lots and lots today.
This is very cool Molly! Carly wants to make you a cool banner so you'll have to pow-wow on that very soon!
Love the lot of ya,
Josh
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