Little Man

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So Archer James Macdonald Schwartz was born July 31st, 2006. He's almost two weeks old and right now he is conked on my lap on a pillow that straps around my waist, called "my breast friend". So great. I've been resting whenever I'm tired and he's conked out. Waking up as soon as he fusses to be fed or changed...and things are going well. He's fussy in the normal way that little tiny new things are to the world.

I've been reading a lot about baby care and how the first three months of life should be a continuation of being in the womb - and how well equiped other babies of many other creatures are to fend for themselves from the get go, but we are not. We have the big brains that called for early ejection from the womb. So super dependant little things are the result.

Been staring at Archer's cute little face for so long that many people (especially actors on the T.V. for some reason) look like puppets. Their bodies seem at odds with their heads. Strange. How quickly one adjusts to different sensory stimulation.