Goin' Gangbusters

Ah, much to report today!

Yesterday Ezra had his first appointment at the pediatrician's. He received a clean bill of health and then some. First off, his jaundice had improved, so we can officially toss that formula and its sundry related implements. This is a great relief to us for many reasons. For one, we just feel strongly that breast milk is the best thing for him. And, using that crazy tube-feeding thing was a huge pain in the tuckus. On top of that, the doc was surprised and pleased that he'd lost so little weight. All newborns lose some weight, but Ez has lost less than average. We are excited for him to start packing on the ounces.

All else was great in Ezra's check-up, and we walked out of the doctor's office on a cloud. He is doing wonderfully - a champion eater, an absolutely world-class pooper, and ... a so-so sleeper. Well, you can't have it all.

Otherwise, we have had several excursions now with kiddo in tow: Babies R' Us, Target, the Chipotle burrito shop -- we feel like regular chain store parents! One highlight: striking a mighty blow against the patriarchy, Ash breastfed Ezra right in the middle of Target. She just sat down in the nursing glider they had on display, and, well, nursed. We covered her up just a touch, but truthfully, almost no one batted an eye. We have come far indeed.

We're now preparing for the bris on Friday. We have retained the services of a mohelet -- or fe-mohel, as I call her. She is also a pediatric surgeon by day, and is married to a reform rabbi. She'll split duties with my dad who, owing to Ezra's punctual arrival, will be here to preside over the naming. Also attending will by my mom and brother, Ash's parents and one sister, my cousins the Glucks and just a few friends. Should be a cozy 20-person affair, and we're very much looking forward to it (well, frankly, I don't know if Ezra is. But the rest of us are).

Still enjoying your emails and comments -- keep 'em coming.

All best,
Gabe, Ash and Ez