OK, I admit he can only do it for a matter of seconds and that this photo was taken during one of those brief periods, but this is still impressive by any measure. One of these days, my child will probably onz joo (he onz me already).

In the past week, Max has: Lost his umbilical stub (healing nicely) Reached 2900 grams (born at 2500) Spit the dummy several times Started smiling in fleeting spurts, almost like a nervous tic Started drinking formula to augment mommy’s milk Been dropping heavier loads in his diapers as a result of drinking formula Had his finger and toenails trimmed several times

DENIAL: ANGER: BARGAINING: DEPRESSION: ACCEPTANCE:

Jak was my dad’s Shih Tzu. My bro, Adam, gave Jak the monkey a few years back. I stole it from Jak and have now given it to Max. This monkey has traveled all around the world by plane, train, ship, and automobile. I use a photo of it as an avatar everywhere. The monkey has no name, it’s only known as “Jak’s monkey.”

I never imagined such a cute little thing could poop so often. Max, when not sleeping or breastfeeding, is soiling diapers (and our clothes as well) at a highly efficient rate. I would say at this point we are going through 30 diapers per day, as well as assorted towels, blankets, and baby clothes that get soiled as well (one downside to cloth diapers is that they have no plastic layer to keep the juiciness sealed in). My mental checklist from the past 24 hours looks something like this: Poo Pee Pee Pee Poo Double double (2 pees + 2 poos consecutively/simultaneously, in random order) Pee Very wet fart/not quite…

OK. I’ve gotten all the LOLcats-babyblogging out of my system, I think.

Guess he’ll have to grow into it. As a sidenote, this may have been the only car seat for sale in all of Mahasarakham. Since it was the last one in the only store that we know sells car seats, perhaps there is literally nowhere to buy them here anymore. It was about $90 and has genuine-looking European safety certification markings on it.