In just the last week or two Luke has started to laugh. Usually they are really short, but mommy got him going the other day and he let out cute little squeals for a whole minute. I thought I’d join Angelo and post a video of the boy. Click here to see it in HD.

Sorry the baby hasn’t had much of a presence on here lately. I blame my laziness on summer vacation. Here are bunch of cute pictures in case Grandma in England happens to get on the internet.

Luke got to try on my Dirtbags hat and he thought that was pretty cool.

I cropped out most of mommy in her nightgown. Apparently the internet isn’t a good place for that or something.

A new thing we’re doing all the time is eating our hands and grabbing our feet. There have even been a few times where he got his foot in his mouth. It’s quite the feat.

These were so cute I had to put up two from the same photo session. I don’t remember what I was doing, but he loved it.

Mommy is upstairs sleeping and Daddy is downstairs watching Baby.

Since I went back to work I’ve been sleeping in the second bedroom so I can get enough sleep to function at work. At first glance people think it’s not fair that I make Stacie take care of the baby all night, but we’ve talked about it and decided it was really the only sensible option. While most of her nights are fairly tiresome, because I’m getting a healthy amount of sleep I can actually do my job, and when I get home I’m not a sleep deprived lunatic. That means I can run to the market, clean up the house a little, and make dinner. Then tonight at 8 o’clock she went to bed early, and I’m staying up for another 3 hours to watch the baby before I head off to bed.

I have to say again how nice it was to have so much help over the first few weeks. Whether it was gifts of clothing and diapers or homemade meals, it really made it a lot easier to bring Luke home and get used to this new arrangement.

I’m posting from the laptop, so you’ll have to wait until the next post to get some new pictures. Hopefully this weekend I can get to some video I’ve taken and you can see this little guy in action!

Night 1 = No sleep

Ok, not NO sleep, but very little. There was lots of “is he hungry?” and “does he need to be changed?” Somewhere around 5 am he ate well and slept after that. We’ll see how tonight goes down.

Denise and Paul came over to see and hold him. They were both naturals.

Part of the day Luke and I watched the Dodgers lose to the Angels while mommy slept upstairs. During the game I had fun snapping some photos.

As the days wear on, these posts will probably devolve into a few pictures separated by caveman talk.

Stacie came home tonight around 6 pm. I loaded up all her things and her two flower vases and brought her home. During the day I ran out and bought a breast pump and got the car all washed up for her ride home. Her parents came over and brought dinner, and aftewards she did some pumping. She got 30 ml, a new personal record! Tomorrow we’ll take that to the hospital and they can feed it to him when we’re not there. Here she is on her triumphant exit.

Baby Luke is doing well. Right now they’re treating him for jaundice, but it appears the respiratory and stomach problems are mostly over with. His jaundice is fairly severe because he has a different blood type than Stacie. She is A+ and he is B+, so his body is trying to get rid of Stacie’s blood. This made us think, how exactly is blood type determined? It’s actually really interesting. The combination of the parents determines what the possible outcomes are. They’ve got him under the super cool lights, and how much longer he is there depends on how quickly he responds to the treatment. Check out his super cool glasses!

I’m making Stacie stay home in the morning so she can get a good night’s sleep, and then tomorrow afternoon she’s going to visit him. Our furniture is coming tomorrow, so now when the baby comes home he’ll have his room all finished. And with that, goodnight!

Made a short visit to the hospital this morning. Baby and mom are both doing well. Doctors said that Stacie can come home tonight after dinner, so that’s a positive. He gave her the option to stay another day, but they’re moving a new person into her room, and at this point she’d rather sleep at home. Baby Luke is doing well. He’s eating better and they haven’t put a tube down his throat. The last jaundice test came back fairly high, so they’ve got him under the super cool UV lights. I was thinking of running to Frys and buying some UV case lighting to make him feel welcome once he finally comes home (the geeks will get that one). It sounds like the baby will be there for another 2-3 days for them to monitor/improve the jaundice and his feeding. My job today is to go to Babies R Us and get the breast pump that we don’t have yet, and then straighten so mommy can come home to a clean house. Dave came by this morning to see us and pray with us and that was really nice. It’s great knowing there are so many loving people in his life and he’s only two days old.

“Tommy, it’s time to set the table!” Mom worked diligently over the stove cooking a familiar meal.

Tommy was four years old and had enough energy to blown down a house. Even when he was learning to walk his mother had commented that he went straight from crawling to running. He was always in motion, and channeling that energy was always a challenge. This meant that the rest of the family was usually involved in a Tommy activity like coloring, riding scooters, or hide and seek. Tommy was certainly a handful.
He was sort of an odd boy, and definitely not a kid you’d see in a Pampers commercial looking perfect and cute. That’s not to say he was a bad kid by any means, he was “unique.” He wore big glasses with a prescription that rivaled Grandma and Grandpa. The lenses made his eyes almost twice their normal size, which looked very out of proportion for his head. His hair was straight and blond, but he had a defiant cowlick that liked to stick up in the front. His hands were always dirty, and if Mom didn’t pay attention, sometimes he had the dreaded snot and dirt face. When you’re four you don’t bother with tissues, and you don’t wash your hands unless someone forces you. Smeared boogers on the face are gross enough, but when you mix in dirt it really brings out the texture, sort of like a work of art. Tommy was a budding booger artist.

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I ate the CSET for breakfast.

I showed the CSET who’s boss.

I made the CSET cry like a little baby who wants its mommy.

I saw the CSET on the corner today and it ran into oncoming traffic when it saw me approaching.

I passed the CSET.

Boo Ya!