3 weeks and counting

Here's the little man still basking in his new-found spatial freedom. Much better than mommy's ribs and hips and organs. And floating upside down in water. Isn't gestation/birth the craziest thing? He already has a few "personality" quirks. Some are pretty hard to catch on film: he has a nerve twitch in his left leg that gets it going just like Thumper on Bambi, he has a pretty amazing pucker-up-for-the-kiss-of-your-life face he inevitably only makes in the darkest hours of the night when I'm too lazy to get the camera, and he wiggles his right arm ferociously enough to get it out of the swaddle for 90% of naps, and sometimes even out of his clothes! (see below) Other than that, we're happy with his personality staying mellowly asleep 22 of the 24 hours of the day.
This next picture shows an exercise we developed to improve grip strength and hand-eye coordination. Unfortunately, James is taking a while to learn not to drop the phone on his face. Just kidding. I really just wanted to show James' relative size. He looks like a porker, but he's really still pretty tiny. I'm amazed at how small those little guys are every time I do laundry (every day anymore) and look at how itty-bitty those clothes are that house all those organs, bones, and spirit.

Since James arrived, we've been spoiled by visits from Grandma Corky (thanks for all the yummies , the crack-of-dawn Scotty babysitting, and the housekeeping Corrine!) and Aunt Katie (thanks for the excuse to make and buy yummies, the crack-of-dawn Scotty babysitting, and all the help Katie!). We miss them. It's always great to have family come.
Scotty's dealing with having to share his master and commander position much better than we imagined, but we still have some very interesting moments at home these days. I've decided we'll all survive though. I now officially stand in awe of all parents in the world who successfully and lovingly raise more than 2 children. I feel maxed! But I can also see how doubling the family doubles the fun.

Quotable Scotty quotes of the week:

"Hey mom, did she take away your boobs?" while watching a bosomy vocalist on sesame street. I think he's a little more boob-oriented than normal lately because of the never-ending nursing of a newborn, but I still haven't the slightest idea what he meant.

ogre-alls = overalls
gobbles = goggles
(still our favorite, may he never learn to say it correctly) pliget = piglet