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Oh I love my son so much. But not so blindly that I can't make fun of him. He looks like this when he wakes up. He's got these awesome Pterodactyl arms that are surprisingly strong and he grunts like crazy when you try to move them. Here he is in his adorable Christmas outfit his great-grandma Elsie (AKA Grams) got for him. I feel terrible - she's tried to some see him twice and we have been fast asleep both times.
It's hard adjusting to his time schedule. It's also hard not leaving the house. The doc said he should be home-bound (no church, no malls, no public places) for 8 weeks. So we veg at home and I pretend that I have hobbies. Really we just listen to classical music, bake, watch the Food Network Channel (thank goodness for Season's Eatings), and - thanks to Wes for introducing us - watch my new friends on Battlestar Galactica. It's my new favorite show. But to be honest, most of the day is filled up with changing diapers, dressing and redressing Holden, feeding him, and keeping his fingers out of his eyes. We've given up on keeping them out of his mouth.
This is one of the few pictures where Holden has got his eyes open. He has beautiful eyes. He has beautiful everythings. And I would like to announce, a little too proudly, that I have lost 35 pounds. That's all the weight I gained so I am pretty happy about it. I think nursing is like the best (easiest) diet ever. I don't ever want to stop.