Kissable Baby

So really, this is a placeholder until I can download the pictures from the past couple of days, but it's still soooo cute. We'll ignore for the moment that this is his passing-gas face. Who wouldn't kiss a baby like this?

Just Chillin'

I know, I know... but we didn't pose him. Really.

This week's admirers

Tia Nettie, who wept the moment she laid eyes on our little guy.

And Tio Andy, who although I didn't actually see him tear up, seemed quite taken.
The next day it was Grampa, who had to be reminded to hug and kiss Mummy and Mommy before grabbing his grandson and making googly eyes.

And Cousin Joey, all tanned and freckled after a summer working on the beach, happy to finally have a young cousin to corrupt, er, play with. (Nice t-shirt, btw, Joe.)

And finally, Uncle Jacob, who grinned this broadly *before* being asked to be Asa's godfather. The smile afterwards was blinding. (Good luck, Uncle Jacob, as you begin your Ph.D. program. We love you!)

Thanks to everyone who's come by, and to everyone who has restrained themselves. I can't tell you how much we appreciate everyone's understanding that we both love having people meet our little Bean, and that we need rest and family-time. We are so lucky to have such great friends and family!

High-Tech Boy!

Cordless!

The newest kitten?

That's how we explained it to the kitties.

We were very interested to see how our three felines would react. From various folks, we'd pretty much heard all about how to prepare a dog. We'd also heard that preparing a cat is an exercise in futility. When we thought Asa would come on time, we'd talked about bringing home a receiving blanket, so they'd know his scent. But things turned out differently, and we just arrived with the car seat.

Oliver seemed to be fine with the whole situation. She usually sleeps on my pillow, but spent the whole first night tiptoeing over M.'s head to check on the newcomer. Just sniffs, no trying to climb into the co-sleeper or anything. Since then, scritches and cuddles have been known to happen simultaneously (even on the kitchen floor still in my pj's.)

Luna... well, she decided a couple weeks ago that the changing pad was the *ideal* new sleeping spot. Asa's arrival hasn't changed that. Fortunately, he's still small enough that he doesn't take up much of the pad, so there's room for two.

And Gracey... well, I'd photograph her reaction, but this is a family blog, and I don't want to be flagged for obscene content. She'll get over it.

Jiggity Jig

Home again, home again, and Mummy is blogging again... albeit with a twist.
It was a fairly easy drive home, and Asa slept the whole way, like the champ he is. We fed him right before leaving, and got in just in time for his next feeding. Along the way, he did experience his first-ever back-seat diaper change, at a rest area on the Mass Pike.

Yesterday afternoon, it was time for Mummy and Mommy's first attempt at a baby sponge bath. Thank you to the nurses who'd taken care of that for us! Asa didn't seem to mind too much - he only fussed for a minute, and then became very interested in the goings-on around him. This is not uncommon for our little guy - he's a lot more alert than I'd expected a newborn to be, and if I didn't know better, I'd swear he could see more than eight inches.

And, if that weren't reason enough to be smitten, get a load of the curls when his hair is wet!

Asa also has a fondness for fabric - his sleeves and collar are often wet because he chews on them. Froggie towels are yummy, too... Granna Kate, is this a variant of my infant "frog legs" shot?

All in all, we're doing pretty well back home. Reality is sinking in, and it's wonderful.

Homeward Bound

Homeward bound, I wish I was...

Homeward bound...

Home, where my thought's escaping...

Home, where my music's playing...
Home, where my love lies waiting silently for me.

(from the top, the ceremonial removal of hospital ID bracelets; sitting in the kitchen with Grandma; hanging in the living room with Mommy and Mummy. Grandma and Poppy's today, home on Monday. What a week it's been.)