We're finding that it takes a lot more time to meet the basic needs of three people rather than just two. John downloaded pictures from the camera last night and there were 40 new ones since our last download. Guess it had been awhile. We're not so far down the "crazy parents" track to think that posting all 40 would be appropriate, but here are a few to make up for lost time. They give an idea of what Edward has been up to in the last few weeks.

His first trip to see Grandma and Grandpa Kenyon in Des Moines was a success. We made it there and back with no major melt-downs--by any of us! The timing didn't quite work as we'd planned--travel seemed to make him hungrier than usual so he spent a lot of his time there eating. Not very sociable.

Last Wednesday he went with me to my six-week postpartum check-up where we learned that Dr. Kennedy is leaving general OB practice to head a specialized clinic at University Hospitals. We're trying to be happy for her, but it's hard to think about going to another doctor. I never understood why some people were willing to pay a much higher insurance premium in order to have unrestricted choice of doctors. Now I know about being attached to a doctor. Small consolation in knowing that she'll still be around and able to consult with whichever of her colleagues draws the short straw and winds up with my case.

That same day Ed met his Uncle PJ for the first time--fresh off the plane from Phoenix via Chicago. We even ordered up a 50-degree February day just so he wouldn't feel too much of a shock to the system.

Then on Friday Aunt Nora came back for her second check in. Edward has changed a lot since she last saw him the day after he was born. She noted "serious cheekage and chinage" in this photo.




No doubt that will continue to be the case as he learns to eat from a bottle. He did not take to it right away, but patience and perseverance on John's part have made this part of their daily routine.

When he can't get the bottle or "the real thing" he will often settle for a finger to suck on, though he consistently rejects the pacifier. Here he's decided that after Mom and Dad got to pig out at a Superbowl party he should be able to do the same and is waiting for me to get the hint.