Potato Sack

Tommy left the hospital weighing 7 and a half pounds and now three weeks later he's tipping the scales at just over 10 pounds. I've read that a sack of potatoes weighs about 10 pounds which is fitting since we are Irish and my parents were driven from our homeland in Ireland when the great potato famine of nineteen and eighty two struck unexpectantly.

Not too much has happened in the last three weeks. He spends the majority of his time sleeping. He obviously has found time to eat. When he's not eating or sleeping, he's practicing his dance moves or totally destroying his diaper.

We spend all of our time at home together on the couch. If you visit us, be sure to hand check the cushion before you sit down. He has a propensity to launch a suprise pee attack at various diaper changings.

He makes little noises whenever he's awake. I hope he's trying to tell us to change the channel or bring him some cookies. He moves his arms around a lot. It looks like a puppeteer has him on strings or a backup dancer in Thriller. He's a little gassy like one of his parents and unlike the unnamed parent, his gas makes him howl like a wild animal which is pretty tough to listen to.

We do tummy time, and put him in his swing or his papasan or his boppy, we rock him, we walk him, we bounce him and he seems pretty unaffected by all if it. He's relatively relaxed and probably doesn't really know what to make of all of this. We are enamored by him and spend most of our waking hours watching him and talking to him and we can't wait until he's ready to return the favor.