Comments appreciated

We have finally reached that pivotal point in our lives where we have overcome our personal fears of not being as interesting or funny as we'd like to think we are and have, thus, turned on the comments function on our site.  This of course means that anyone can let us know what they're thinking by simply clicking on the "post a comment" link at the bottom of any given journal entry.  It is quite likely that this new-found confidence is due in large part to our coming to terms with our new roles in life as Calvin's stewards.  We accept that the growing amount of daily traffic on this site is comprised mostly of Calvin's admirers and that any posted comments are likely to be mainly fan mail in response to his growing stardom.  We are not hurt by this.  The power will swing back around when we are in charge of his allowance.

Cortney has a bald head?

Did you know that "Snakes on a Plane" begins in theaters tomorrow?  We were reminded of this upcoming important event by Samuel L. Jackson himself, who called  Cortney tonight to encourage her to "stop dancing in front of the mirror and quit polishing her bald head" and take her brother to the opening night of the movie.  Thanks Sam.

the excitement of discovery

Do you think it's too early for lessons?
 

A Saturday down on the farm...

The actually sleepless nights, the kind where we truly get NO sleep, don't come along very often, but last night was one of them.  We'd like to say that it was because we were out partying, but we'll have to blame it on the aftermath of the vaccines.  Calvin whimpered through a lot of the night and constantly wanted to nurse, mostly for comfort.  So much for his "big boy" status!
But this morning brought a bright, new, promising day - at 5:30.  Babies, probably children in general, have no respect for Saturdays as sleep in days.  So, with the weight of that realization upon us, we decided to take advantage of our early wakefulness by going...garage sale-ing.  Isn't  that what young parents do?  And Calvin got his 2 month old portraits taken before we headed home.  But it was the afternoon that was especially fun.  Earlier in the week we had passed a road side sign for U-pick blackberries and decided that would be a good activity, especially with this weekend's acceptably cool weather.  It reminded Cortney a little of picking raspberries when she was little on her Grammie's farm, and reminded Jon a little of looking for hay in a needle stack.  On the way home we stopped by the local farmer market and picked up Michigan grown dinner.  Michigan grown, yes, but dinner more closely resembled a southern farm meal - Barbecued pork, sweet corn, fried green tomatoes, and homemade blackberry cobbler with vanilla ice cream.  Yum.  Once again, Calvin will have to enjoy it indirectly later.

Milking it (working title: You do the math)

We took Calvin to his 2 month well child appointment today where he proceeded to wow his pediatrician. When Calvin was born he was in the 20th percentile for weight, 25th for length, and 15th for head circumference. Today he weighed in at 12lbs 10oz and measured almost 24 inches long, placing him squarely in the 75th percentile for both, and the 40th percentile for head circ. The doctor was impressed with his curve on the growth chart and said that some kids remain within 5 degrees of their birth percentile for life. Not Calvin - he wanted to test our calculus by creating his own curve on the growth chart. In addition to his monster growth rate (not all that uncommon for breastfed babies, really, but we like to feel proud when we can) Calvin got a clean bill of health - no plagiocephaly (a.k.a. flat head), the baby acne is clearing up well, and he sounds and looks good (we already knew that!). We did talk to the pediatrician at length about our concerns regarding Calvin's seeming discomfort at feedings. The general feeling is that the trouble can be attributed either to a protein intolerance, which we will be testing for early next week, or to an overabundance of milk supply (either way we can blame it on Cortney). So, with some possible answers and remedies in hand we head into Calvin's third month! Oh, and as far as vaccines go, Calvin would like to say no thank you next time, but, of all his vocal achievements, today's sad "why am I hurting?" whimper cry has by far had the most effect on his parents. So far he has convinced them to allow extra nap time, feeding time, and bath time, and an entire evening of cuddles instead of being put to bed in his bassinet. We guess we had better harden our soft touches soon - or at least before he can drive.