Storms? What storms?

Well, perhaps it's a little trite, but we have another couple of firsts under our belt.  On Tuesday Calvin ran his first errands!  With the help of his mother and grandmother, of course, he endured lunch out (lots of oohs and ahhs), followed by a trip through the grocery store (snuggled comfortably in his sling, so he missed the whole thing), and a quick stop at the vet's to pick up a refill for Ollie's ear medicine.  Unfortunately all the hubbub meant that he slept the majority of the day...and not a majority of the night.  Oh well.

Then last night we had a wonderful evening of dangerous weather (wonderful because we really like thunderstorms).  The roaring thunder, pounding rain, and threat of hail and tornadoes were Calvin's first brush with tempestuous weather and all went well.  Though his mother was a little nervous, watching the news/weather channel for tornado warning updates, Calvin took it all in stride.  Plus, in the process of keeping abreast of the weather situation, this was our, and thus Calvin's, first night of TV.  Of course we were a bit overprotective, muting it a majority of the time and just reading the closed captioning (wholly unnecessary since Calvin slept through it anyway), but it was a bit of a treat for us.  Unfortunately(?) we chose to watch "America's Got Talent."  Probably no one else was suckered into it, but for those who were... did anyone else really like the finger snapping guy?  I mean, seriously, what a talent!!!

A little parent care

Lots of adult time and change of scenery is what the doctor prescribes for staving off the baby blues, and that is exactly what Jon and friends pushed Cortney to get.  So, armed with antibacterial wipes and gel, and a blanket to hide the baby, a nervous Cortney, and a less than nervous Calvin, had a lunch date.  The date included Cortney's friends Amy, Becky, and Liesl (you may remember Liesl as the baby tester for our dogs and our baby equipment a few months ago).  A good time was had by all, including Calvin who slept through the majority of the visit and lunch out.  It was fun to see him in comparison to Liesl, who is nearly 6 months old.  The difference is immense, on all developmental scales at this point, and yet the two will be in the same class in school.  Who knows... some day they might even date, though both mothers say it will be at least 30 years, right?

And parent care continued into the evening with a little couple time for the two of us.  Though our attempt to indoctrinate Calvin in Trivial Pursuit went largely unnoticed by the pupil, we certainly enjoyed ourselves.  Cortney would like to point out that Jon won by a landslide mostly because her brain hasn't returned from the pregnancy abyss.  We'll go ahead and let her hold onto that belief a little while longer...

To Calvin, who was not due until today...

Well, Calvin, you weren't supposed to be here until today. Of course they say that the early bird gets the worm, and just think of all the things you have already accomplished in those extra two weeks on the outside: You've already been held for hours on end, already listened to your mother sing to you, to your father read your first book; You've already had your first photo shoot, your first trip to your grandparents, your first walk through the neighborhood; you've already lifted your head, rolled over, slept through four hours straight; And you've already met so many loving people and seen the love and beauty the world has to offer—you wouldn't want to give that up now!

We cannot believe that you have been here for two weeks already. As each day passes we wish we could hold onto it for just one precious moment longer, or have one more chance to do each of those firsts again. Did we get enough pictures?  Did we take the right video? Will we remember this moment, so much more important than the last, like it was yesterday, even when we are twenty years older? But even though it is hard to watch the firsts pass us by before we are barely able to grasp that they have happened, we are so glad to have already had those two precious weeks, glad that there are so many more to come, and we hope that you understand, someday, that in those 14 days our love for you has already multiplied at least tenfold.  Aren't you glad that you came when you did?

Happy first father's day!

Father's Day took on a whole new meaning in our house today.  Though we have each received father's and mother's day cards from our dogs in the past, being the father of a human child gave Jon a little more leverage this year.  Jon's main request was a special breakfast of pancakes...no, waffles...with fresh strawberries and whipped cream on top.  He also stopped on his way home from the early church service to pick up a special coffee drink - yummm.  And, though a household with a new baby is not afforded too many shopping luxuries, Cortney already had a few things on hand - just in case.  So Jon got to celebrate his first father's day with waffles (which he was nice enough to make himself so Cortney could quick grab a shower between feedings), strawberries, whipped cream, two cards, and a son, all dressed up in I love daddy clothing.

But the day of firsts did not stop there - this evening Calvin took his first trip to his grandparents' house!  Though Jon's parents were unavailable, we continued the father's day celebration with Cortney's parents and other family members through a wonderful dinner and a rousing game of "pass the baby."  Though Calvin slept through a majority of the evening, he woke up enough after dinner to demonstrate to everyone his profound baby strength.  So today was another day of firsts - for a grandfather, a father, and a baby boy.

Celebrating one week!

Actually, knowing the difference that a day makes, Calvin won't really be a week old until 10pm tonight.  We'll have to wait and see what other accomplishments he can squeeze into these last twelve hours.  So far in his first week he:  Lost 6 ounces, then gained five back;  Lifts his head during tummy time, and while on his back;  Has rolled back onto his back during tummy time twice now (we know it's just luck, but we'll count it anyway);  Has aquired the ability to sleep peacefully for a five hour stretch, which the doctor said was fine now that he regained his birthweight;  Went for a walk;  Has tried out all his toys;  Has received visitors;  Has learned to take his bath in stride;  And has basically defeated the jaundice just by being a pro at nursing.  We think it was a successful week.

So those are Calvin's accomplishments...what about ours?  So far, in our first week as parents, we:  Have learned how to get a decent night of sleep;  Have become pros with diapering (we've caught all baby boy showers in a washcloth!);  Have learned how to calm him when fussy and burp him after feedings;  Have survived two baths, two car trips, and two doctor's appointments;  And have gotten better at putting him down every once in a while, at not looking at him every few seconds while he's sleeping, and at sharing him when we are both home and awake.  This, too, feels successful to us!