And he's still getting bigger...

David is now seven and a half weeks old.  I can't believe how quickly the time has passed.  He's still growing.  In fact, Chris pointed out yesterday that he's almost doubled in weight already!  Since our last posting, several fun and exciting things have happened.  Most notably, Greg and Camille came to visit.  I promise to post pictures soon, but they're all unfortunately stuck on Chris' laptop which is having a few technical difficulties.  For the record, Chris is fully capable of fixing said problems, he just hasn't had time ... you know ... with the full-time job, 8+ hours of David duty each day and being the sole dishwasher for several weeks.  In the meantime, I've posted a few videos of David being David.  

I'm also thrilled to mention that my finger is healing nicely.  We were a little worried by the talk of potential tissue death and/or surgery, but it's completely healthy and will be fully functional.  It should be as good as new in a few days!

We might make it after all ...

We've officially survived over a month - David will be 6 weeks old on Friday.  It's hard to believe how fast the time has gone and how big he's gotten!  It took a 6 year old boy at target telling me to "enjoy my baby" for me to remember that this process is supposed to be enjoyable.  It's getting there... I do think that these last few weeks can be summed up quite nicely by the saying on a onsie that Chris' work gave him: "Please satisfy my unreasonable needs immediately."   :-)

Thank you very much to all of our friends who have helped us this last week!  We had some very dear friends who came over to provide moral support and help Chris with the dishes.    I can confidently say that there's no way we would have made it through this week without you.  (My finger is healing nicely, but I still can't get it wet.)

David is doing well.  He's starting to sleep better, though this hasn't really translated into more sleep for Mom and Dad, yet.  A friend of mine told me that her boys started sleeping better around 11.5 pounds.  Since David is right around 11 pounds, I'm really hopeful that he'll continue to get better at the whole sleeping thing.

He's gotten a lot more "active."  My cousin sent us an adorable pumpkin hat that he loves to pull off of his head. 

And then, there's the mystery of the sock:  I laid him down on his blanket with both socks on.  I turned around and 20 seconds later, his left sock was up near his right elbow.  I'm not sure how that happened, but I'm betting he had something to do with it.

He's enjoyed some time chilling.  Chris thinks the title of this next pic should be "Dave's not here, Man."  I prefer to think that he's just wishing us all peace.

And finally ... below is what I call success:

Who needs fingers anyway?

Today's story starts around 11am, when Kate woke me up about an hour earlier than I was planning.  She was holding David in a contorted way between her arms, and her left hand was grasping her right index finger.  "What's wrong?" I said.  She replied, "I cut myself on one of the kitchen knives."

So I held David while Kate continued to hold pressure.  After about 20 minutes, the bleeding stopped, and we tried peeling back the Kleenex that was acting like gauze to assess the damage. The wound started oozing pretty badly again, so we thought it best to take a ride over to our favorite ER for a professional assessment.  As I was packing David into the carrier, I noticed Kate looking in the sink. She pointed to what I thought was the white part of a green onion that had been cut on a bias.  On closer inspection, it turned out it was her fingertip.

Though it was smaller than the size of a dime, we wrapped the fingertip in some wet gauze, put it in a Zip-Lock bag, and headed to the ER.  The doc cleaned the wound, put a tourniquet on Kate's finger to help reduce the bleeding, and numbed it with a very painful injection; finally, a nurse wrapped it with a hemostat dressing and sent us on our way.  We have to go back on Thursday to have the dressing changed out.

Now Kate has a wad of gauze covered by a soft plastic shell on her index finger.  It'll probably be there for two weeks or so.

I'm fairly convinced that this was Kate's way of getting out of various chores around the house.  Since she can't get the dressing wet, this means no more cleaning bottles, bathing David, etc.  (Ironically, Kate was doing the dishes when she cut herself earlier!)

On top of all of this, when I came on duty for the night shift, David began screaming bloody murder and nothing seemed to help soothe him.

It's been an interesting day.

But since you came here to see a picture of the little buggar, here's one taken while we were at the ER: