Drum roll please… IT’S AN OUTY!

Well, it finally happened. I lost my umbilical cord stump. No, seriously, I literally lost it. It was on me when my Dads changed me this morning and then it suddenly disappeared.  You know what that means — tummy time can officially commence!  

I also stopped by my pediatrician this morning and, I’m happy to say, everything is looking great. I’m back to my birthweight of 7 lbs, 14 oz.  Dr. also said that my circumcision is healing perfectly (hear that, ladies!)

Love Maxwell

Footsies, Pajamas and Onesies, Oh My

My Dads close friends Greta and Matt stopped by to meet me today. But they didn’t come empty handed. They brought me a ton of clothes that their son Jonah quickly grew out of. And now I have a big enough wardrobe to open up my own department store. Now what should I call it?  “Maxwell’s” has a nice ring to it, eh?

Then, I got to meet my big cousins Sam and Maisie. They kept asking me when I’m going to walk and talk. It got annoying so I burped in their face. Now we’re the best of friends. Gas… bringing people together. 

Love Maxwell

I'm Destined for Greatness...

Okay, it's time for a bit of self promotion. Check out some of my Birthmom Carissa's AMAZING photography.  You combine her artistic skills with my Dads' copywriting/screenwriting/film producing prowess — and I'm sure to be one creative mo-fo!

Love Maxwell

No more TJ MAXX for MAX

For all you friends of Dada and Papa’s — the bar has just been raised.  Chad and his son Colin just came over (who I wasn’t allowed to play with because I’m not allowed to be near big boy germs for a few more weeks.) Anyway, they dropped off a ton of groceries for my Dads and a whole year’s worth of designer duds for me.  That means Dada (Dave) can stop going to TJ Maxx on his lunch break getting me last year’s styles for less. From now on, I only wear the best. Two words: Ralph Lauren. Can I get an Amen! 

In other news, today I went to the Physical Therapist to learn special exercises to rotate my head. Claudia was very gentle with me… and she smelled good too. I wonder if she’s into younger guys?  See, when I was in my mom’s tummy, I stayed in one position — that means I must learn to stretch the other directions so I never have to wear one of those helmet thingies.  Not that I’m judging those helmet babies… we’re all God’s children. 

Love Maxwell

QUESTION OF THE DAY: Which of these Cryers was up until 4am?

Thankful (for my swaddle)

Today is my first Thanksgiving and I’m pretty sure I have a lot to be thankful for.  For starters, I’m thankful for being healthy and adorable (face it, not all babies are as angelic as I am).  I’m also thankful to my Muga and Papsi (Papa Alex’s parents) for bringing over a delicious meal that I’m only allowed to smell.  Most of all, I’m thankful that my Dads will have many days of leftovers — because I’ve been keeping them too preoccupied to cook.

Gobble, gobble.

Love Maxwell

Baby Got Back...

Okay, so my Dads have a new nickname for me — wait for it — Sir-Poops-A-Lot.  And yesterday, they were calling me a Baby Burrito on account of my swaddle. 

Today was the first day I looked out of the window. Since my range of vision is only eight inches, I was a bit let down by the view. A pane of glass is only so exciting.

My Dads have been in a very good mood today, which I think has something to do with the fact that their nice friends, Greta and Matt sent over a box of freshly baked cookies and whole milk. I can’t wait for the day I can partake in such culinary delights. 

And as you’ll see by this photo, today I clocked in a little bit of tummy time.  My pediatrician says I should be on my tummy for an hour a day so I can get big and strong like my Dads.  Though, I haven’t seen them at the gym lately.

Love Maxwell

Over the hill baby…

No, not because I live in the Valley, but because today I celebrate by 5^th day on this here earth.  And so far, it’s pretty darn amazing. A guy can get use to this eating, sleeping, pooping thing. Call me lazy, but being wiped is underrated.

Here’s a breakdown of the last five days:

Thursday, November 18, 2010:

I arrived in the morning weighing 7 pounds and 14 oz. I was measured at 21 inches.  Then, I spent some much needed quality time with my birthparents, Carissa and Jayson.  The hospital I was born at doesn’t have a nursery (imagine that), so I kept by birthparents up all night long — but they didn’t mind.  I overheard them saying how cute I was.   

Friday, November 19, 2010:

Today I had some visitors. All really nice people, but I gotta say, it’s a bit embarrassing having so many people handle my poo.  I’m shy like that. 

Saturday, November 20, 2010:

Today I met my two Dads, Dave and Alex.  Dada Dave can use a haircut, but other than that --- they are good people. And they clearly love me.  How do I know? Cause they won’t stop saying it. 

Big shout out to my birth grandpop who took the highly coveted night shift with me. Nobody does diaper duty like you, Pops.

Sunday, November 20, 2010:

Today is the day I went home with my two Dads to our house in Studio City, CA. Papa Alex drives like a grandmother (but it makes sense considering the important cargo in the backseat).

I like my new house...  it’s a bit larger than my mom’s womb… but not quite as warm.  My bedroom is green, brown and yellow.  The colors of my bathroom business (just kidding).  Yellow is my birthmom’s favorite color and so I asked for that specifically. 

Monday, November 21, 2010:

Holy Moley… what a day.  First off, I just wanted to thank my Dads for staying up with me last night.  And let it be known, of all the ways you tried to get me to sleep, watching the Three’s Company marathon was my favorite. Can’t get enough of that Mr. Furley.  What a character.

I had my first appointment with my new pediatrician. And she was very gentle with me. She said I looked like a little doll.  I told her that my birthmother collects dolls. Overall, she gave me a clean bill of health and told my Dads to up my feeding amounts. A boy’s gotta eat!

This evening, we had some visitors. I met my aunt Tash, Papa Alex’s sister who sounds just like Mary Poppins and looks just like Kate Beckinsale.  She’s a natural with me because she’s got two kiddies of her own. I also got to meet my new grandparents John and Linda. They look just like Papa Alex.  But their British accents are way more impressive. 

Also, quick thank you to everyone who’s been washing their hands with Purell. The stuff smells great. (My Dads made me say that — they're hoping to get some free samples from plugging the product.)  

Dada Dave had the first night shift from 9:30pm to 1:30am and then Papa Alex jumped in from 1:30am to 5:00am.

Tuesday, November 22, 2010:

This morning I went back to see my pediatrician and guess what —the extra feeding worked! I gained a few oz. I’m just one or two burps away from my goal birth weight.  


Love Maxwell

Peace out, womb!

Well, here I am. The name is Maxwell. But my friends call me Max.  I was born on Thursday, November 18th at 8:24 am.  I clocked in at 7 lbs 14 oz.

First things first, I owe my birthparents Carissa and Jayson a big round of applause for taking such good care of me while I was chillin' in, how should I say, a warm tummy. I would not be here if it weren't for them... and nor would you be reading this blog.

Also, a quick shout out to all of Carissa and Jayson's family who stocked me up with some real snazzy threads and other really special keepsakes.  Let's just say I'll be the most stylin' baby in the 818. Of those gifts, the ones from mom mean the most and I'll treasure them always.

And for the two dudes with the bags under their eyes (Dave and Alex), I'm going to continue sleeping during the day and waking your asses up all night.  Why? Because I can.  By the way, great accent, Papa Alex.  Oh, and Dada Dave, please stop with the Whitney Houston songs already.  I get it. She's a good singer. But you're not her. I much prefer when you sing me Radiohead. Anything from Ok Computer.

I'm signing off for tonight --- but please stay tuned. I'm going to be making many appearances on this very blog. Be afraid. Be very afraid.

Love,
Maxwell