Party Time

Adrian's too young to understand what a birthday is. And too young to know what a birthday hat is. But somehow he already seems old enough to realize when he's being made to look silly.

Carol on the other hand ...

Unimpressed

Here's Adrian modeling his gift from Aunt Judy and Uncle Pete.

And from the looks of it, he must be a Mets fan. Maybe even the Red Sox. Or like his father, the '84 Cubs.

SFO to EWR

The flight was definitely the part of the move we dreaded the most. We envisioned 6 hours of non-stop crying, screaming and spitting up on the passenger in seat 3B.

But, it wasn't nearly as bad as we expected.

Adrian actually slept through take-off, landing and the mild turbulence over Omaha. We didn't even have to break out the emergency bottles of breast milk stashed in our carry-on.

In the end, the worst part of the flight actually turned out to be the Zac Efron movie '17 Again' (Also known as "13 Going on 30," "Freaky Friday," "Big," "Vice Versa," and "Like Father, Like Son.")

Goodbye SF

We decided raising a newborn needed to be more challenging.

So, we thought we'd pack up all our stuff, jump on a plane with a 4-week-old baby and a dog, fly across country, take a new job in NYC and ultimately buy a house somewhere in lovely New Jersey.

If that wasn't enough, we'll also be living with my mother-in-law.

It's the makings of a TV sitcom. But, probably one that runs on HBO because chances are there's gonna be a lot of swearing.

Cry Baby

I can handle the whole diaper changing thing. No big deal. And having to get up in the middle of the night hasn't really been a problem so far. Spitting up on me is annoying, but tolerable.

The part I can't stand is the crying. The screaming at the top of his lungs sort of crying.

It's just so irrational.

At this point, he's either tired, hungry, gassy or needs his diaper changed. That's it. So, logically, once they've all been addressed there shouldn't be any more crying.

Not the case. And that's what's so frustrating.

For now, I'm just trying to convince myself he's singing me a song. Very poorly. Over and over and over again.

Paternity Test

The first picture is Jake. The second one is Adrian. And from the looks of it, he and I may share a few genes. If I wasn't actually in the delivery room, Kate's role in all this might be questionable.

Aaaaaaaaah

Water Weight

I tried convincing Kate to keep taking more Belly Status pics ... but in reverse from here on out.

No dice.

Even though she's finally able to wear her wedding band again. Her pants with elastic waistbands have all been retired. And her ankles have returned to their normal, non-cankley dimensions.

Think it's safe to say any comments I make about her weight are once again officially slap-worthy.

Well, it was fun while it lasted.

Dog Friendly

Aside from the random drive-by face licking, Marina has taken no interest in Adrian. At least for now. We'll see how she reacts once Adrian reaches the walking, talking, tail-grabbing stage.

Nap Time

This is what happens when we stay up partying all night. And by partying, I mean crying and screaming. And by we, I mean him.

Belly Button

Adrian's belly button fell off today. Found the little crusty nub stuck in the back of his onesie.

We know it's not really that noteworthy. But considering his only other accomplishments so far have been poop-related, we thought this one was probably worth mentioning.

Photo Shoot