thank goodness for my mother

Gassy baby smiles from a gassy baby.

My mom arrived yesterday, just in time. Sleeplessness is fine if you're (1) able to counterbalance its effects with caffeine or (2) not critically responsible for the well being of something completely helpless.

Today, we were advised by our lactation consultant that Peter's seemingly ferocious midnight feeding is really a sign that he's on the wrong time zone - he's mixed up his days and nights. I suspect this is a way he's trying to bond with The Old Dude, who makes middle-of-the-night phone calls to what we've "scientifically" concluded is France, based on the fact that The Old Dude's name might be Rene.

Anyway, my mother has what is now the most magical touch of all: that of soothing a fussy baby. Which allows me to post pictures like these:

Kevin and Peter, in a rare moment of co-sleeping. (Kevin's actually faking it. And this photo was taken during a rather pleasant but overall poorly timed nap: from 5 to 8 p.m.)

Peter's first not-freak-out stroller ride up Castro Street. During which he slept like a log. From 1 p.m. - 3 p.m.

Note: Peter only enjoys sleeping in the following places or positions:
- On Kevin's chest;
- On my chest (although, for obvious reasons, this poses a risk of distracting him from sleep);
- Snuggled in the bed between us;
- While I'm stuck in an awkward feeding position;
- And, most importantly not at all on his back, so don't even ask him to, American Academy of Pediatrics.

In other all-Peter news, his furious eating is paying off in some ways. Kevin insists Peter's gained at least half a pounds since his last check-up on Monday. He's able to hold his head up with surprising strength for someone only a week old.

And, today, he managed to do this:


Unswaddle himself and roll on his side, all within two minutes of being placed in his new pack-and-play bassinet, a gift from his older cousin Charlotte and her parents, Erin and Tim.

At this rate, he'll be shooting layups in a month.