So we have been home about three days now with the newest one, and I can't help but make a couple of observations. We'll start with the little man first, because quite frankly he's easier to describe. As it turns out - the infants really only have like two organs on the inside. Lungs and a colon. It's like the rest of the little man hasn't really developed yet. He eats, he takes dumps, and he cries - literally in that order. I mean Julie is feeding him, and often during the meal you hear it coming out the other side.
That's not normal. I mean it takes even the best of us at least five minutes to work it's way through. This generally leads us to change the boy's diaper. I would say in the last five days we have probably changed six thousand diapers. And I would say that probably five thousand nine hundred ninety-nine have resulted in use of the other organ (lungs) by Riley yelling so much that he might actually become hoarse.
I mean when you are trying to change a diaper at four in the morning and the man is screaming his head off it gets just a little stressful. He's like a little eight pound ball of terror or "the smallest intimidating man". The boy does not like to be cold. He's cute as anything, and then when the diaper is stripped off all hell breaks loose.
I think it all works out in the end for him, since he tends to get his revenge by either peeing or pooping mid diaper change. I'd be okay with it except for the fact that just prior to him releasing his urine furry he opens up his eyes, looks up on us, smiles, and thinks 'change my diaper will you? Take this.'
Then he falls asleep and the whole process starts all over again in two hours. Speaking of sleep (was I speaking of sleep) - the boy has given us two nights of three hours of straight sleep. That's killer for a one week old because we're actually getting like six hours. Granted we spilt that six hours up with an hour or so of feeding and diaper changes, but still - six hours and we're psyched.
And since this will most likely change several times over the next couple of days, I have to mention how awesome Parker has been. He is totally doting on Riley. Offered to get his breakfast the other day when we told him Riley was hungry. "Okay, I'll get him Raisin Bran." I mean, seriously, what kid doesn't love the bran? He is also very gentle with him. Hopefully it's not because we've freaked him out or anything - because I really don't think we have. It's just been really fun to see. I actually think one of the things that's helping him adjust is the fact that Riley really doesn't do too much (other than cry and eat) - and since we're both home this week he is getting all kinds of attention. I mean Julie is able to get up and run around (slowly) and he and I are still kicking it Lord of the Flies style down in the basement - so he might be thinking "hey - mom and dad are both here, this is awesome!" He also totally gets gushed over if he looks at Riley nicely - he's probably picked up on that too.
Julie, however, is just starting to get used to a household full of boys. Two under four and one emotionally stunted. That's going to be a difficult household. Julie has this delusion that maybe someday at least one of the three of us will dress nicely, be ironed, and care about their appearance. I don't know about Parker and Riley, but it's not going to be me.
Hey - who know's more at 4am
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