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Happy Birthday Baby Evan! Today you are four weeks old and we can start saying “He’s one month” instead of counting days and hours and minutes. Although E pointed out that the 5th is actually your birthday, if we’re counting the way grown-ups count. But since you’re just an itty-bitty, we’ll stick with counting Sundays for a little while longer.

I’m starting to get the hang of this infant-care thing. I haven’t gotten peed on during a diaper change in two weeks. I can have Baby Evan in and out of a clean onesie before he even realizes I’m doing it. I can hear the spit-up coming before it reaches terminal velocity and aim him at the floor or the sink in time to avoid ruining another shirt. This morning I actually got Evan quiet and in his co-sleeper in our room long enough to fall asleep myself. I’m unreasonably proud of those two hours, since I have this image in my head of sleeping on the couch with a 3-year-old because I failed to teach the baby to sleep alone. Although right now I don’t mind the cuddly sleeping. There is nothing sweeter than a totally relaxed baby making sleepy noises into my neck.

On Friday morning we went to the commissioning ceremony for our friend Sam. Taking the baby to the store is totally different than taking the baby to a specific place at a specific time. You may be surprised to learn that babies can’t even tell time! So understandably I was worried about attending a formal military event with a 4-week old. It actually went very well – no crying, no throwing up on any uniforms, no peeing on commanding officers. It helped that several other people had babies or toddlers. The little noises Evan made seemed totally harmless in comparison to the 2 and 3 year olds. BTW, not looking forward to that age. It turns out that even though I have a child, I don’t like children in general any more than I did before. “Dislike” is probably too strong a word, but “no desire to hold/play with/talk to them” is pretty accurate.

Things I bought:
1. Medela nursing sleep bra – all my super huge, supportive, flap-style nursing bras were getting on my nerves. This is just a super stretchy sports bra you pop a boob out of. I love it.
2. Re-usable cotton nursing pads – My nipples have FINALLY stopped itching. The disposable kind was driving me crazy.
3. Stretchy cotton pants and t-shirts for the baby
4. Giant sized bottle of Dreft baby laundry detergent

And finally:
5. Non-maternity jeans for me (only 1 size bigger than my pre-baby jeans). I would be more excited, except that as soon as I got them home the button popped off. Although I keep telling myself that was totally a manufacturer’s defect. I’m going to exchange them.

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You remember how in college the school gave you a couple days off before final exams – presumably to study but everyone just used those days to drink as much as possible? And how on the last night before your 9 am Bio practical that girl on your floor with the cute friends invited you to a super-awesome party her friend Mike was throwing at his parent’s beach house? You didn’t want to seem really lame so you figured it wouldn’t hurt to go for a while. It started out fun. There was even a cute guy who kept checking you out (although he might have just been looking at your boobs). But the guy you came with ended up getting totally stoned and passed out. And then your friend tried to do four tequila shots in a row and threw up on you. So now it’s 3 am and you’re sticky and smelly, you’re pissed at your friend, you have no way to leave this really loud party and you know you’re not going to get any sleep at all before your exam?

Do that every night for a month and you’ll be where I am.

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