Sebastian’s Quiver

In case anyone of you missed it, here is my family:

So that’s my wonderful, lovely, super fantastic wife Juliann with my brand new son Sebastian Quinn and our cat Misha.

Quick info on Misha: I found him about 11 years ago or so; he’s quite fluffy; he’s very old (17 or so); he loves to eat baby food; his eyes don’t normally glow like the gates of Hell (they do only on Wednesdays and Fridays after a full moon); he is as much a part of the family as everyone else.

An in case you were wondering about the glow behind Juli, it’s not a fire, and it’s not a lens flare. It’s actually Juli’s natural glow. Ask anyone, she walks around like that all the time.

Also note Yertle the Turtle (thanks Mom!) over on the left trying to read a 115 year old book of Tennyson poetry.

No, not the only place in town to get a Tokyo Teriyaki. I’m talking about this:

OK, he’s not raging there, but you get the idea. Swaddling ROCKS. (Yes, that’s a London Underground cap that he’s wearing. Our friend Julia brought that back from London last time she was there.) Back to swaddling. The thing that I noticed is that Juli’s swaddling is always way better than mine. And I was a little jealous. I thought I was a pretty good swaddler. Then I realized something: I only really swaddle Sebastian after I change a diaper. Diaper changes are definitely not on Sebastian’s Top 10 Things To Do list. So, inevitably, he’s squirming and carrying on and refusing to straighten out his arms. In not time flat, he has the swaddle all screwed up and his arms a flailing about. Juli usually swaddles him after he’s done feeding when he’s virtually comatose. The difference is akin to the difference between trying to apprehend a crackhead hopped up on meth and speed versus trying to apprehend a guy who just smoked a big fattie and ate a bag of Doritos.

That’s why my swaddles tend to have a bit less staying power. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

swaddling

Is the roof on fire? Nah, it’s just Sebastian getting ready to go to the pediatrician for the first time.

He passed the doctor’s visit with flying colors. She was quite impressed with the fact that he’s almost back up to his birth weight. He’s up to 9 lb 1 oz, so he’s ahead of schedule. (For those of you who don’t know, newborns typically lose up to 10% of their initial body weight within the first day or so of being born.)

You can’t see it in the photo, but he’s wearing his mathematical equation filled t-shirt. We’re trying to get him started early on all subjects, not just literature. Speaking of literature, he would NOT sit still this morning for the second half of the Rime of the Ancient Mariner. I don’t know what he was thinking - we were just getting to the good part last night when we had to cut it short for some reason.

I know, another baby blog. But, really, is there an easier way to keep everyone updated on Sebastian?

So here is the first taste of the blog. The plan is for both Juli and I to post to keep people updated and to help us show off our new son.

Today, Sebastian had his first bath at home. Of course, by bath, we mean a cleaning with a washclothe since his bellybutton crud hasn’t fallen off yet. He wasn’t crazy about the washcloth rubbing all over his body but he really seemed to enjoy getting his hair washed (just like his dad) and rinsed. Here he is after his bath.

Juli and I also took him for his first walk today around the block in his fancy shmancy stroller. We bundled him up in about 4 different layers to make sure he was warm enough. I just wish he hadn’t slept his way through the entire walk, but he seemed to enjoy the all the bumps of our crappy sidewalks here in Oakhurst (City of Decatur, are you listening?).

bathing, Sebastian