Morphometrics Update: 9 months

February 24th, 2009

To keep things as complete as possible, here are Max’s official morphometrics as of nine months.

Weight:  18# 14oz (25th %ile)

Length:  30″ (90-95th %ile)

Cranial Circumference:  48cm (>95th %ile)

Random Update

January 17th, 2009

A lot has been going on lately, so I thought I would provide a quick update.

To whit:

That mystery tooth, it’s still a-growin.  It’s plainly visible now (although difficult to photograph, like Sasquatch), and man, he can really grind that sucker into your flesh when he wants to.  If I didn’t know any better, he seems to enjoy it.

Also, Max’s cold/flu/leprosy/whatever has receded.  It only lasted a few days, and while he (like his father) still coughs occasionally (okay … frequently), he’s in much better spirits, as if the entire episode has been forgotten.  That little dude has some heavy fortitude.  His goofiness is back, he’s wrestling once again, and the house’s morbid, sanitarium-like atmosphere has abated.

Max has even started sleeping through the night again, back to a 50/50 schedule.  Here’s to hoping that things improve!

Behold, Vomit!

January 13th, 2009

Just after visiting Amalia’s family for Xmas, I came down with a nasty cold.  Or maybe it was the flu, it’s hard to tell.  Either way, I was left with fierce congestion and a heavy fever that lasted for maybe 18 hours, and I was effectively bedridden for three days.

But I got better, and while a cough lingered, both Amalia and Max seemed to get through unscathed.  Max even started sleeping through the night — out of nowhere, as if the trip to Arizona flicked on a switch — for four consecutive nights.

But then:  Max threw up his lunch three times since Sunday morning, developed some fierce congestion, and a fever in the range of 101F.  He’s been pretty unhappy, but at the same time he’s been a serious trooper.  This is his first serious illness, and it’s just as much of a mystery for us as it is for him, and he seems pretty keen on just roughing it out.

He’s been sleeping a lot and drinking a lot, and his favorite sleeping position seems to be face-down on either my or Amalia’s chest.  Perhaps the angle improves his respiration.  Amalia spent much of Monday night with the sick little guy passed out on her chest.  Even so, his sleep is very punctuated, waking up a few times during the night.  Let’s hope for a quick recovery.

Behold, a Tooth!

January 10th, 2009

One of Max’s favorite games is to grab something — anything, actually — stick it into his mouth, and chew on it.  He’s especially fond of human fingers.  The rules of this game may need to change pretty soon, because Li’l Max is finally sportin a chomper.

Amalia found it first, in the morning, and sure enough.  It’s more easily felt than seen, but it’s there, a hard little nubbin erupting from his gums.  It’s an upper incisor.  This is just the beginning, and his mouth will never look the same from here on out.

Of particular intrigue is the fact that this appears to be a mystery tooth.  Typically, the first teeth to appear with babies are the upper and lower medial (inner) incisors, but this is the right, upper lateral (outer) incisor.  Maybe it’s not a tooth after all, but … no, it’s best not to speculate.

Amalia blames those dominant Greek genes that led to her crooked teeth.  Either way, the end result is sure to be interesting.

Gather Around the Christmas Cactus

December 26th, 2008

Max spent his first Xmas holiday in Tucson, Arizona, with much of Amalia’s family.  The trip here was fine — another uneventful flight, with Max largely cooperating the entire time — and the weather is what you’d expect of Arizona in the winter:  roughly 60 degrees F.  A nice break from the Zhivago-esque landscape we left behind back in Seattle.

Technically, Max had some gifts at the house in Seattle, shipped to us from various relatives, that we let him dig into before our departure.  He hasn’t exactly figured out the “unwrapping” thing yet.  Amalia could sometimes convince him to tear away sheets of wrapping paper, but then he’d just try to stick the paper in his mouth, or start gumming the box.

This type of behavior didn’t change much in Arizona.  He got to meet some new relatives, re-meet some old ones, and take part in lots of gregarious festivities.

I didn’t take many photos myself, and of those I took, only a few were salvageable, so please bear with me.  Amalia’s brother, Matt, took some better photos that he sent us on CD-R, which I’ll try to put on the photo gallery when I get time.

All in all, it was a fun event with no major injuries, Max made lots of friends, and his feet almost never touched the ground in over two days.

Seven Months of Goofiness

December 23rd, 2008

A super-quick update:  Max is seven months old today.

I last wrote a couple of days ago, so there isn’t much news since then.  Max still seems really happy, and he’s now eating puréed food as a regular part of his day.  He’s still not sleeping through the night — ever since following the advice of the cursed pediatrician, actually — but it’s good having something to look forward to.

And there’s still snow everywhere, hopefully not too much that we won’t be able to leave for the family holiday trip in a couple of days.

Snow, Joy, Snow, Fun, Snow, Cabin Fever, Snow, Blood, Cannibalism, Death, Snow …

December 21st, 2008

The snow has been coming down quite steadily now, in what has become a most un-Seattle-like experience.

It started on Wednesday, with the threat of snow.  Literally, this city has such a freak-out reflex when it comes to snow, the Seattle School District closed their schools on Wednesday morning, because of the elevated possibility that it might snow in the afternoon.  “Run for your lives, snow might fall from the sky today!”

It didn’t snow.  They looked like dorks.

It did start falling during that night, and there was a few inches on the ground the next morning.  Of course, schools closed.  Even Amalia’s big conference was canceled.  (A conference with several hundred people, fully catered, with an evening reception.  Canceled only 45 minutes before it was scheduled to start.)  My workplace — a research non-profit that takes pride in making people come in to work on days when you might need to rent a sled dog — threw in the towel at around noon, closing the center to everyone but essential personnel (of which I’m not, since I don’t keep specimen freezers running or research animals alive).

Not much more snow arrived by Friday, but my workplace decided to close anyway.  Wusses.

The temperature stayed sub-freezing, so the minor streets were icy.  In particular, the hill outside our house was a problem to more than a few motorists.  As such, we stayed in most of the day.  It must be said, this was influenced by the fact that our Honda wouldn’t start, thanks to the cold.

Max, that goofball, was completely oblivious to the goings-on outside.  He only noticed that we were around a lot more than usual, and was a big happy goofball the entire time, just bubbling and overflowing and visibly oscillating with positive energy.

The snow really decided to kick in on Saturday evening, starting at around 6pm.  We stocked up on food and ammo.  It kept snowing, all through the night, allegedly eight inches worth.  And it kept snowing through the day.

We took advantage of it, to see if Max might find some interest in the stuff.  Max’s initial introduction to snow had been underwhelming, but now there was more of it, and maybe his mood had changed.

Max showed more interest this time around.  We only pasted him in the face with an iceball once, and he and his mom performed some enjoyable cohesion experiments.

So Max seems to enjoy the snow.  He seems to be enjoying the entire experience, actually … the weather, the close company, the harrowing confinement … and now it is Sunday night, and while the precipitation has ceased as I write this — for now — there is the threat of more, and my workplace has already declared closure for Monday.

While Max is definitely faring well, and is showing no signs of a fraying sanity, I can’t say that about the rest of us.

Max’s First Snow

December 14th, 2008

There was a bulk delivery of snow last night, starting just before we slept.  It was what Seattle calls a blizzard, but what Eastern Washington refers to as a light dusting, and what Norway regards as springtime.  So we all awoke to a few inches of light, fluffy snow on the ground.  With global warming threatening to eliminate snow from our lives at any moment, we felt that it was imperative to expose Max to the stuff as the soonest opportunity.

I can’t say that Max seemed very impressed, or even interested.  We let him play with it, we pelted him a few times with well-packed snowballs, and ignoring the advice of my Boy Scout Handbook, we even let him eat some.  Behold, his abyssal interest level:

It didn’t seem to be a big hit.  In fact, he seems to express more interest in packaging materials.  Undaunted, we decided to go straight for the excitement:  Max’s first sledding experience, using a deep-dish pizza pan as his vehicle.  He traveled — in the company of his mom — about fifteen feet over four seconds, but alas, it didn’t seem to faze him.

So anyway.  With his apparent lack of interest in snow, maybe he won’t mind global warming after all.

Under Construction

December 8th, 2008

You might be wondering why there’s a photo of a gutted room on Max’s blog.  The reason is that this room — that desk in particular — is where my computer used to reside.  And this room is currently under renovation, so we are experiencing a dearth of computing resources at Chez Magaret.

What does this mean to you, the loyal Maxwatcher?  This means that updates to the photo gallery likely won’t be coming until later, although I will still try to update the blog when circumstances allow, with photos.  Especially fun photos like this one:

Granted, this is assuming that the remodel goes according to schedule, which should have the computer back in action before the end of the year.  If that’s not the case, we may have to improvize.

Still, Max is doing well.  No news for now, but it will come as we find the time.

Blink, and he’s different

December 1st, 2008

This past few days, it has been a time of rapid metamorphosis.

First, Max ripped through the walls of his leathery cocoon with his sharp, clawed forelimbs, and now he’s been feasting upon solid food.

Seriously, we’ve attempted several different types of non-formula-based solid-esque food — including sweet potato, mashed potato (even with butter), banana mush, and pureed grasshoppers — but only just now have we found something that he appears to enjoy:  cream of rice cereal, formulated especially for infants.  He can’t get enough of it, and just goes to town.

What else has been going on?  In this short period of time, Max has also been:

  1. Babbling non-stop; I mean, literally, the guy just won’t shut up, he’ll sputter out these polysyllabic ramblings that just keep going on and on and on and on, and he just keeps on going, completely utterly non-stop, and he’s taking it so seriously, blah blah blah, as if he’s lecturing quantum physics to a bunch of rabbits, and seriously, I really mean it, he just won’t shut up, he just keeps going on and on and on …
  2. Pulling himself up into a standing position; that is, without assistance — although he still needs help keeping his balance.
  3. Sitting up by himself.  This is now his favorite hobby.  Forget lying on his back.  And come on, lying on his stomach?  As if.  That’s so November.

What’s next?  Time will tell!