One Month Down

It has been just over one month since Teddy joined the party. Jenna and I feel that our new little roommate is fitting in nicely and we've resolved to keep him. We made him aware of this decision yesterday during playtime when he smiled at us. Granted that may have been a calculated ploy for inclusion or emotional-blackmail on his behalf. Nevertheless, we resigned ourselves to being his keepers.

Despite being a house guest for over a month, Teddy has yet to produce anything of physical value to add to the betterment of the Sutor family. He routinely ruins perfectly good diapers which we are forced to seal into airtight containers and dispose of frequently. All of this being said, the little T-man does provide an intrinsic value that raises the happiness and moral of the home - while completely destroying sleep patterns.

The changes to Teddy's figure are now numerous. Besides an impressive weight gain (Ed. Note: if he was a college freshman girl, he'd be sobbing uncontrollably until the end of time) he has begun losing his cute, angelically soft baby hair. The hair is not simply going away but is being replaced with short, just-as-soft new hair. The main contention I have with this unexpected process is the pattern to which the hair is abandoning my child's head. Teddy looks like he has a receding hair line (which he does in a way) and is beginning to strongly resemble Chinese Communist revolutionary Mao Zedong. I'm as shocked as you are. The haircut styling is nearly identical.

Jenna nor I are Chinese or Communist so this affinity for resembling Chairman Mao has been overlooked with hushed tones and quiet resolve. We firmly believe that it will be "just a phase". I'll report back if our son begins distributing pamphlets in the living room. Radical, anti-democratic state thoughts will be swiftly put-to-bed in more ways than one, little comrade.

In other news, Teddy's grip has become much stronger. His vice-like clamp is that of a much older child or a very weakened senior. I dare to say that he would be able to support his body weight with that grip, though Jenna has disapproved of any field tests to this theory. I hope to convince my dear wife that Teddy is one month old and must learn to fly soon. He won't be shackled to the nest for too much longer; as I am led to believe.

This past weekend, Jenna and I began the unfortunate affair of unburdening Teddy of his preference to sleep in the Pack-n-Play. He must grow accustomed to sleeping on his back in a crib - just as our grandfathers intended when they beat German and put a man on the moon. Conversely, Teddy voiced his opinion to this new sleep-training regimen heartily with a symphony of displeasure. We've positioned small blankets on either side of him in an attempt to make the wide-open empty space of the crib more similar to the cozy nook of a mother's embrace that is the Rock-n-Play. He's tentatively taken to it during recent naps. Only time will tell if this new venture takes or if he'll be sleeping in a Fisher-Price produced device until he leaves for college.