Carmen, the Boom Op

The other night, while Carmen was attempting to feed Hunter, it struck me. Our little guy was bobbing and weaving and she was chasing his mouth around with her nipple... and I suddenly realized this reminded me a whole lot of an aerial refueling!

Now, I never had the urge to take one of the KC-135 "morale" rides. The plane is very cold (anyone who knows me can just leave it at that explanation), and if I recall correctly, it had to be on our spare time. My spare time in the desert was spent catching up on my sleep, shopping downtown when we were allowed, or playing cards. so while I never witnessed it from the boom-operator's pespective, I did get to see all the AR I needed to from the front of our own airframe, thankyouverymuch.

Like an Ant

One of the good things about his small weight is that his strength is at least normal... which means he can much more easily lift/move himself. With my hand on the ground for him to brace his foot on, he was able to flip from front to back at 11 days old. At 12 days, he decided he didn't need to wait for me to put my hand down, and just rolls over on his own. Which makes giving him his requisite tummy time kinda tough, because he doesn't like it on his tummy and won't stay there for long.

Construction Adhesive

I am convinced that you could use baby poo as a super adhesive... once that stuff has dried, it won't come off for "love or money."

It's kinda crazy...

...just how tiny he is. But he is pretty cool :)
Any doubts/fears I had are different, now. Now my biggest concerns are making sure he stays healthy and thrives & grows. But I think I'm starting to get the hang of this whole daddy thing.
I originally was apprehensive of the dirty diaper business, too. But other than a couple times, I've been the primary "poo person" this whole time, and it's not that bad. My little fireman *has* nailed us a couple times when we uncovered his package to change him. It's funny how the exposure to open & cool air makes us guys feel the urge to pee - even later in life. I ask him where the fire is that he's trying to put out but his reply is just another baby face & some baby noises.
I've uploaded more recent pics to flickr.

Home is where the heart is

Woo hoo... the hospital released our little guy today. So around approx. 1400 hours, we brought little Hunter Allen home to meet the kitties and see his nursery.
The cats were mildly curious... but since he hasn't cried yet, they've done nothing but sniff at him a bit.
Now Carmen and I need to figure out exactly how we work our new "routine." Right now we are on a 3-hour feeding schedule, but I'd like to talk to the pediatrician to figure out if a 4-hour would work for him... if so, that would give us a bit more time to rest and take care of the things that life springs on us.
He's out like a light right now... just swinging next to my desk while I type. So cool :)