40 days.

12 July 2002

Well, Alexander is 40 days old. Funny, over the past month I have been meaning to do an update, and I often think of things to write down, but whenever I have time to actually do it, I can't remember any of it. And, of course, I'm always tired. But it's all worthwhile, just like they told me it would be. I envy Lisa a little bit because she gets to stay home with Alex every day, as I'm sure she envies me a little bit because I don't have to stay home with Alex every day. Lately he has had reflux and an upset tummy and there have been days when I arrive home to find everyone exhausted.

Still, he has more good days than bad, and reflux is supposed to diminish after the six week mark, so we muddle through day by day. Alexander really isn't as much trouble as I expected (of course, I don't have to stay home with him every day). During the week, Lisa goes to bed early and I do the late evening feeds from an expressed bottle, so I usually get to hang out with Alex from just after dinner until sometime around midnight. Even though it's very tiring, it's nice to have the time with him, and if he fusses I get to cuddle him and tell him how cute he is and make faces at him until I'm too tired to keep it up and then he either goes to sleep or I have to ask mummy to take over. Lately I've been spending the late evenings on the computer, with Alex either sleeping next to me in the pram, or on my lap on a pillow. With a father like me, I reckon he's got no chance of avoiding geekdom.

I haven't updated here, and I haven't answered a backlog of e-mails, so what have I been doing on the computer all this time? You'll see, eventually. Be afraid. Really.