The past few days have been glorious. I feel like I am "getting it" with the babe. He is on a good routine... he is no longer screaming at the sight of my breast... and we are all getting some sleep. He wore his first pair of jean overalls yesterday. Normally overalls remind me of a bad era of mine in high school circa 1993 (thankfully I never did the "one-strap" thing), but I think he looks adorable. I pretty much want to eat my own child up with a spoon.
Friday night Mike and I went on our first date post baby. My brother and Sarah watched JM and we planned to go out until like midnight or so, but only lasted until 10. We had dinner (and some delicious mojitos) at Dona Emilias and then went to see a show at Flipnotics... an acoustic set that was probably not the best pick for sleep-deprived parents. By about 9:30, I was starting to doze, so we decided to head home. It was hard being away from the baby, but good for us. I really tried hard not to talk about baby things the whole night. :)
Yesterday, Mike put him in the Pack and Play on his tummy and I am not kidding... he pushed his little hiney in the air and rolled over! I am pretty sure it was a fluke, but write that one down in the baby book; first time to roll over- 6 weeks! I do not worry at all about our child being "milquetoasty." He is strong in body and mind already. He was clearly thinking,"I don't like being on my tummy," grunted and over he went. I don't think this kid is going to be dull. He is a really sweet baby, but he definitely lets you know what is on his mind.
Last night we went over to the J's for a sumptuous dinner a la Bobby Flay and some good conversation. I felt really relaxed and happy, despite the political discussion taking place in the other room. Thanks, guys.
To toast JM's 6 week birthday, today we went for a short walk on the greenbelt. Man, it was hot out there, so we didn't stay long, but it was fun to revisit our old stomping grounds.