Mom's birthday is Wednesday, so, to move it away from Thanksgiving, we decided to celebrate it today by going to Diane & Melinda's for dinner.

Boy, do they look tired!!!

Jack is 9 weeks old today and - I thought - he was in good spirits. I know, it's really hard to tell when he's only 9 weeks old. He's still not sleeping long at all and just wants to eat on his schedule, and it's all based off a 2-hour loop. How the moms are coping, I don't know. Maybe it's just the knowledge that he's going to grow out of this. Some day. Don't know when. Maybe. At least, he's supposed to...

Somehow, they manged to put together a beef roast/pot roast dinner with potatoes and carrots. Carol whipped-up a birthday cake this morning.

I had my chance to hold Jack again today, since he was ripped out of my hands at the party last week. He fussed a bit, but he was pretty awake. He's in that watching "bright shiny objects" phase, so he's constantly looking at lights (he has a fascination with the dining room chandelier for some reason). It's cool seeing the changes over the weeks. I've never had this experience before, where I can see the little changes week-to-week. He's getting tall. He's also got pretty big feet, and he's constantly loosing his socks. I've got to learn to hold him better because I keep pushing up his pants legs and he looks goofy. He's getting stronger and he's lifting his head pretty well... though he's kind of throwing it around and you have to watch that he doesn't knock your teeth out. I just can't wait until he gets a little more "interactive". I just wish he'd start to sleep more just so the moms could start recovering.