Jack or JR?

Well we are almost one month into Jack/JR’s little life — next Wednesday he’ll have his “one month birthday.” An aside: I had to ask Scott (who’s wife just had their second kid last night) if I needed to get some sort of one month present or something, you know, like when you are dating. He assured me I didn’t.

Our life has settled into a reasonable routine of feeding and napping and eating. One of us shits our pants regularly. It really isn’t that bad, honestly. While we are only in the fourth week of life, we aren’t regularly tearing our eyes out and punching each other in the throat. Things are generally positive. Here is a quick list of things that are noteworthy:

• Diapers are not a big deal — which I thought they would be.
• He cannot express a positive emotion yet, only negative or null emotions. This is pretty logz at times. He is starting to smile, but they aren’t social smiles. Aka he won’t smile *at* you, he’ll just do it randomly and enigmatically.
• Baby burps and farts have the same pitch as adult burps and farts. For some reason I thought they would be higher pitch — you know because they are small like a piccolo.
• It’s like two more eons until we can have sex again though. Or two epochs. Which is longer?

We’ve been calling him “Jack” mostly since we came home from the hospital. I’ve been trying JR on recently, I kind of like it. We’ll see how that goes.