Sugar vs. Snails

The whole time I was pregnant, I just assumed raising a baby boy would be like raising a baby girl.

Well, you know what happens when you assume something, right? Sort of the same philosophy that you can't compare children nor apples to oranges.

Well, Freddie sure isn't Sophia.

For starters, there's that whole penis thing. Circumcisions. Pointing it downward to avoid leaks up to his belly. Certain anatomy that I've never had to clean with a wet wipe before...although I think Joel might be envious when I open up those wipes. Sorry Joel. I had to write it...

As for eating, Freddie is a gingerly eater. While Sophia could down an 8 oz bottle in mere minutes, Freddie will just take his sweet time and spend about 30 minutes on 3 oz. Fine during the day, but at 3:30 in the morning? Let's pick up the pace here sweetheart!

He's been a good sleeper so far and consistently gets up every three hours for food. Not bad when you set his times for midnight, 3am and 6am. Very do-able, although his 2-week coma should end soon and we'll be shortly meeting the real baby.

When he's awake, he is a very alert and calm child but if you dress him or change his diaper or are five seconds past his three hour feeding mark, bring out the earplugs. He. Is. Loud. Good for us, it only lasts for a minute or two.

He will be 2 weeks old on Monday and that is very exciting for me since it also means my 2 week driving and lifting ban is over with. Get me out of this apartment and let me pick up my sweet, sweet first born.

She needs attention too.