Basically week 10 disappeared into a weekend of whirlwind-like activity. I had about 3000 things on, including making up for missed time, weddings and making sugar-based napalm (which is now diabetic-coma-in-a-jar, ie: jam) plus taking care of the wriggle monkey, and just never got to writing anything down, or even taking photos of him.
Things progress. He now seems aware that we exist, but has yet to make the judgement call on whether that's a good or bad thing. He'll focus on faces and stare intently at you a trying to make the call - should he send us back or see what he can manage with this raw material.
I can't tell whether weeks of sticking my tongue out at him rather than smiling are coming back to bite me in the ass, or whether this constant testing the air is just a sign of development. Hamish has also begun the multi-year spanning process of dragging inappropriate things into his mouth to taste test them by grabbing hold of my finger and jamming it pointy&sharp end first into his gob, with predictable results.
In the last two weeks, he got himself jabbed with various antibodies (scream) and hearing tested (left ok, rightside SCREAM). He mostly slept through bjj_moves
's wrestleque on the weekend, and mostly yelled his way through the Sunday, including what is becoming his usual trick of yelling as much as possible through "Who do you think you are" (which, as a genealogy nerd, I am compelled to watch). Most of the yelling seems to be gut-pain - when you can feel and hear the gurgling quite loudly, its a bit of a give away. When that's not about he does tend to simply observe everything with a serious mein.
(As an aside, someone at the wedding commented that it didn't seem to be much fun, that a lot of what people talk about the bad things when they have a baby. I think primarily that might be because the good bits are, well, dull :-) There's not a lot that I feel compelled to write about sitting and a shaking a panda-headed rattle at him for half an hour - it doesn't lend itself to any level of wry humour. Take it as read that I spend a fair bit of time grinning at him and making stupid vowel noises and pulling faces).
Nappy changes are no longer universally a 10 minute screaming jag (you might think "how can this possibly take 10 mins" and then think "no nononononono i don't want to know", but its mostly because he wriggles like a mad thing and kicks me in the stomach a lot, which shifts him up the table) which has its downside - the only way I knew how to stop him hiccuping was to change his nappy. The hiccups don't seem to bother him, but they do stop him resting. Baths are still in the "this might be alright" category, but much like being outside, it might be utter terror rather than actual enjoyment causing him to go quiet and just stare. He's mostly quiet when not actually yelling, but has started coming out with more random sounds - I look forward to when they are conscious attempts to communicate, and not random vocal chord spasms that leave him looking as surprised by the noise as I am.
I've spent part of the weekend sorting through old family photos of Liz's mum's family, and wondering if there's a resemblence. I think he's still too young at this stage to be sure, although he looks frighteningly like his cousin Calum. I am not sure he'll take specifically after either me or goldengrove
specifically, but will probably be a mishmash of us both (I look a lot
like my dad, and another brother has a lot of my mum's appearance, so the blended thing is more unusual to me than you might think). His eyes have faded out from black to blue, and are now going quite pale in the middle - given mine are yellow there, its not too surprising.
So, yeah, nothing too momentus in the two weeks, but slow progression toward being a human being. :) Much staring and cuddling and googaring at him, plus also getting tired and a bit frazzled when he's screaming a blue fit. So, the usual parenting experience :)yes, unsurprisingly, photos