Nailing Down a Schedule

Day 69:

Over the long weekend, Conor, Mommy and me had an opportunity to really focus on getting you on a schedule... Forming habits. You already have a rather Pavlovian response to being held while crying and subsequently covered with a burp cloth... In fact, your little mouth falls open and begins searching for a bottle, and the moment one touches your lips your mouth snaps shut like an Amazon Crocodile on unsuspecting prey. We figured if you're getting that down, it's time to give ourselves a break and at least try and sort you out so we can at least TRY to understand what's around the corner...

And the report is, so far so good, Conor! Seems you're good for a nap between 10:00am and Noon and 2:00pm and 4:00pm... After that it's a crap shoot but hey, it's a start! Mommy and I continue to have this philosophical conversation pertaining to child rearing and development and where you are and and and and... What we've both come to agree on in the last few days is, you're REALLY only 2 weeks old... Sure, you were brought into the world on December 14th, 2011 but per your gestational age you're actually only 2 weeks old, so while we've been blessed enough to have you home since the 2nd of January, we should temper our expectations a bit as far as your development is concerned... Not rush it, so to speak. Being the proud parents we are it's as though we're expecting you to come out reading Chauser... Soon enough I'm sure.

In other news, it would appear that my vision is pretty good! I mentioned in yesterday's post that I would be having my eyes checked today. There are some correctable things at play to be sure - I'm far sighted, meaning I see everything beyond 2 feet perfectly clear, though things closer to me - say, computer screens and books, the things I'm into the most these days, are straining my eyes a bit more than they should. Not bad, but enough to require a prescription... And so I got one.

That's about all, Son. Tonight the Lion-Heart rests peacefully while I punch away at this keyboard awaiting my queue to plug you with a bottle. And soon enough, that queue will come.

Love you, Boy'O.
-Dad