////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Wiggly wiggly baby Wiggly wiggly baby Wiggly? Wiggly! Wiggleh? Wiggleh! Wiggly wiggly baby! repeat x 49,000 – lyrics by J. Yoshida ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// This used to be his favorite song, but he’s since moved onto Bach fugues and Asian Jungle Punk. I’ve been polishing up my songwriting skillz, though.

//////////////////////////////////////////////// UPDATE: I forgot that the extended entry appears automatically in my RSS feed. I apologize for terrorizing any of my feed readers (although it appears I’ve already scared one into not having children). This is the true power of poop. //////////////////////////////////////////////// I mentioned previously that we were devoting much effort to going greener by using cloth diapers. Well today, I am officially announcing we are going ungreen and switching mainly to disposables. There are 3 main reasons for this: Cloth diapers can no longer hold his big loads (we started supplementing breast milk with formula, which causes rather, erm, voluminous eruptions) Disposable diapers very effectively draw wetness away from…

The other day, Miwa-san came over and gave Max a bath. Miwa-san is a Japanese nurse studying at Mahasarakham University (Dept. of Medicine since the Dept. of Nursing isn’t running a post grad program quite yet) who has been helping us with great advice, but is going back to Japan this month or next since her coursework is complete. I’ll write more about her later on. Max was a lot calmer compared to when we were giving him baths, so we watched carefully to see what she did differently. I eventually came to the conclusion it had less to do with a soft touch than an experienced touch. Here is…

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…