It's funny to think that someday we'll measure our son's age in years. Eventually he'll be six weeks old, eighteen months old, two years old. For now, we're still measuring his lifespan by the day, and Harrison has just hit double digits.
I wish I could reveal some new skill or ability he's acquired, but--at ten days--he doesn't do much. He still spends most of his days sleeping, eating, or filling his diapers.
Rebecca and I are very excited that he's sleeping well: about four hours at a time during the night. In order to get him to do this, we've taken to keeping him awake for several hours before he goes to bed so he can wear himself out. It's become one of our favorite parts of the day.
The first time we tried, he cried for almost three hours straight. During each subsequent night, though, he's spent more and more time awake, aware, and quietly content. The posted video shows him during this time: laying around, looking at me and Rebecca, hiccuping. It's great to see our son quiet and happy, opening his big eyes and taking in the big world around him.
-B
Not that I've doubted it for a moment, but nothing has made this parenting experience seem more real than seeing my son's name in print. Not the crying, the diapers, the late night feedings; it was his Social Security card that made me realize, "This is really happening."
