8 Weeks Old

Exactly 8 weeks today. There was no real fanfare - he's now part of the family rather than some sort of new addition - plus we have been celebrating behavioral milestones more than aged ones recently. Like his increase in smiles, the first actual tear shed from is eyes, and number of degrees of incline his head can achieve during 'tummy time.' Of course, that's only an exaggeration...we don't actually measure degrees.

There was a moment today which sort of freaked me out because I realize how easy it is to become horrible, horrible parents. Let me explain. Recently, Kenzo has been much more cooperative in terms of giving us time to eat. During the day, and into the early evening, he has become much more tolerant, quiet, and manageable. This makes it easy to let him do his own thing, whether it be in his swinging chair, bouncy chair, or on the couch. He loves these places, so we've been letting him just hang out more than we did before. So today, he was in his bouncy chair after being fed. It just so happened that at the same time, dinner became ready, and Asako and I realized that this was a great opportunity to try and eat together without interruption. So we ran over to the table and started scarfing while talking about each other's days. At a certain point, Kenzo coo'd out to us, and we realized that he was sitting in his bouncy chair, only 2 feet away from our large television screen, staring straight up at it while something awful like "Extra" snuck its way into our living room. Kenzo was just sitting there, alone, watching Extra. I wanted to slap myself on the wrist. So we ran over and saved him and we all ate as one big, happy family.

The end.