It's been a long week, and all sense of time has been thrown out the window.

It's hard to stay up so much, and Chase is definitely a nocturnal beast, he
sleeps very soundly all day and then is up, bright eyed, all night, craving
contact and attention. Goldi and I have been handling it pretty well, I
guess, we each get 3-4 hours depending on nursing needs, and then nap as
much as we can during the day.

We have had lots of help and great visitors, they've all been well behaved
and don't overstay their welcome, something I've been dreading. They're
split about 50/50, half come to help us (usually our friends with kids) and
half come to see the baby. Either way, we get to put him down for a bit and
handle a few things (like bills) or catch a NASA nap.

I've been learning to do many things around the house one- or even
no-handed, a precarious balancing act to say the least. Lots of squatting
and holding the back very straight, in order to not wake the barely asleep
baby. You get pretty used to holding him though, and I've been pretty
confident that he's tougher then the puddle of play-doh he resembles. And
yes, he does have the Jacques-Maynes calves.