Blogging

I like to blog but it can be frustrating.  I feel that I should write something every day and maybe I don't have something to say every day.  But blogging is like journaling and if you don't do it every day you lose the thread of your "story".  With a three-week-old, let's face it, the story doesn't change that much day to day.  But it is amazing to me how each and every day I study James and I learn or see or wonder something new about him.  Today I'm just going to try a stream of consciousness for my thoughts about James the last 24 hours.

Blue eyes.  I wonder if they will stay blue?  He's starting to focus closer to his own face; he's looking into my eyes.  Juliet and I wonder what he is thinking about; we decide he is thinking about how much he loves to look at the overhead light fixture and we laugh, laugh, laugh!

I look at his fingers; they are miniature fingers with all of the lines at the joints and tiny, tiny, tiny nails that are part of the fingers somehow, they're not totally nails but they're not just skin either.  And Jeanne has to file the nails every other day because otherwise he scratches his face and Jeanne's breasts when he's nursing.  And now I am wondering about the toenails, which I will definitely check out the next time I change him.

His face is kind of fat and he has a double chin but he is very handsome.  Babies' faces should be fat, and he's not fat elsewhere.  He has gained almost half a kilo since coming home from the hospital; the pediatrician said he's off to a good start!  (He's fairly fixated on eating regularly.)  The extra weight seems to be going to make him taller and not fatter.  He burps well and by that I mean loudly.  His father and grandfathers are proud, I'm sure.  Why do boys like bodily noises?

Jeanne calls James' hair a "cinnamon swirl" and it is swirled very attractively around his head.  His hair is dark, but Juliet's hair was dark when she was born and now she has white-blond hair.  Jeanne also thinks James is losing his hair, and I defer to her judgment, since she studies him every day.  I study him every day too, and every day he seems more and more perfect.  And more and more a miracle.  Rockabye, sweet baby James...