With Elliot's third week of life came a little bit of fussiness. He's been harder to please lately and were not really sure why. Justeen went to a breast feeding class yesterday and she heard rather consistently from the parents of three-week-olds, that it's a turning point in life. Perhaps it's like an early adolesence - he's rebelling against his naive youthful days. Those first three weeks of life, he was taken in by the man and he bought the repressive ideology of capitalism hook, line and sinker. Now, man, he's going to fight back. Fight the power! Or something like that. All I know is that mom, dad and baby are getting less sleep than they would all probably like. Also, to make matters worse, Elliot's acne has gotten worse. I suppose it goes along with his youthful rebellion. Hormones are surging through his bloodstream and erupting in his poor pores. He's still cute, but I'm having terrible flash-forwards to his teenage years and I'm not liking it. I figure I should have at least a good decade before he starts his obligitory rebellion. But, I suppose you take it as it comes.
So today was a beautiful day here in beantown. It was 72 degrees and simply stunning. People are stupid with spring fever as they emerge from their winter hideaways and stumble deliriously onto the streets soaking in the warm sun. Days like today make living here really spectacular. Everyone, and their children, were out looking for smiling faces and it was like a big party in the neighborhood. We planted some pansies in the front yard and we're eagerly awaiting the budding tulips, lilacs and forsynthia. Even Elliot, when we took him outside was stunned by the general feeling of goodwill that a sunny day in March could bring.
Here's little Elliot taking a break after a long day of fussin' n' sun.
And here's mom and baby having come to a mutual understanding.
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