But how are the parents looking these days?

Video: Seven weeks, two days old

Xander and I discuss the inevitability of aging.

Head check

Just for the record, Xander is very close to being able to hold his own head up.  He's always been prodigiously strong, but in the past week or so he has gotten noticeably better.  It used to be he'd only hold his head up when he was bawling or screaming.  Now he sometimes holds it up just to look around.  When I put him up against my chest to burp him, sometimes he'll lean back suddenly to take in the sights, or perhaps to terrify his mother.  

In fact, his neck strength is progressing much faster than his mother's postpartum abdominal strength.  If only Olivia, my Pilates instructor-friend, were around!  How she would help me tone my transverse abdominus!  

Xander as Karl Rove

This is an adorable outfit given to Xander from my cousin Adriene.  He looks like a little golfer.  He looks like he should be riding around in a golf cart trading stock tips.  

My mother thinks he looks like a Republican.  Potato, potahto.  

(P.S. - Chris didn't want me to mention Karl Rove in this blog post in case someone tried to Google Karl Rove and found our site instead.  So if you're looking for Karl Rove facts and instead find yourself looking at adorable baby pictures, I apologize. )

Tubs

Remember a few weeks ago when we lamented how Xander had grown out of his froggy sleeper?  Well, apparently the boy likes to please his parents: if he cannot wear the froggy, he will become the froggy.  

That belly is not a prosthetic.  It's all him.

The Steve Martin connection

Xander's onesie is a gift from his Aunt Mandy.  It sports a quotation from Steve Martin.  Chris and I can't agree exactly where or when Steve Martin said it, but we know that he did.  We even went so far as to Google the phrase; apparently nobody else knows when Steve Martin said it either, but we all agree it's the kind of thing he would say.  

Xander discusses the environment; dances

Here we are having an important discussion about our family's carbon footprint, when suddenly Chris starts playing his saxophone.  Xander probably recognizes the sound from when he was in the womb - at least we hope so, because it just so happens that Xander's bedroom is directly above Chris's practice area, and he can hear everything his old man does.  We're operating on the assumption that he finds early jazz music soothing and not perplexing.