Jumbo

Maxim hasn’t seen much outside of our apartment. He has visited the pediatrician’s office and has been in the park and at Molos promenade. Today we took him to Jumbo hypermarket. Jumbo is the huge shop that sells kids’ products – toys, clothes, furniture, school items, etc.

Maxim slept through most of it though…

Olga and I though saw Jumbo in the new light. Firstly, we noticed how badly the shop is organized. There are rows and rows of products, but there is no signs indicating what is where. There are no resting places, like caffeterias or benchs. This is especially hard for the pregnant women to take. The tired ones are sitting on the floor.

Secondly, I noticed the looks of pregnant parents. I remembered how we were walking around Jumbo, when Olga was pregnant and how we were jelously looking at all young parents. We were checking all the kids, inspecting what they have, what there parenst are buying for them, how they behave, etc. Today we were walking around thinking nothing about anyone else, just choosing things that we need to buy. But all the pregnant parents were staring at us, at Maxim, at what we do and how we do it. Heh. The cycle of life…

Thidly, or course I noticed something obvious, something that always happens with Olga and me when we go shopping. We went to Jumbo to buy few specific items. When we walked out more than an hour later, we bought a lot of other stuff. But we haven’t bought anything from the things we intended to.

Overall, of course, we had lots of fun. Is there any other way you can spend time in the supermarket full of toys for all ages?

6 weeks and counting

Maxim is six weeks old today. That is one and a half month. By now we figured that:

  • He loves to bath.
  • He loves outside.
  • He loves being butt naked.
  • He can hold his head straight, although it is still hard for him.
  • He can smile. Even though he can’t control it yet. But he is trying.
  • He loves Olga’s left breast more than loves her right one.
  • He can sleep four ours straight. He just hates doing so due to extreme feeling of hunger afterwords.
  • He cries differently when he is hungry, when he is in pain, and when he is bored.

We’ve probably figured a bunch of other things, but I forgot to write them down…

Hollywood smile

Hollywood smile – is a phrase used to describe perfect dentalworks. When you see any American celebrity smile – that’s a Hollywood smile, all 32!

Maxim has all 32 teeth… missing. His smile is one billion million billion million times sweeter than of any celebrity I know. Truly one of those miracles of nature.

Oopsy… those were three hours, not two!

Maxim eats about every three hours. Sometimes two and a half. If he starts demanding food after only two hours since last feeding, than either Olga or I start playing with him, trying to win some time. And usually it works. Anything from half an hour to an hour is possible to achieve.

Today Maxim started crying for food two hours after his morning feeding. Olga was sleeping, so I picked him up and started singing to him. It didn’t work. I walked around the flat with him. Nope. I told him a short fairy tale. Nu-uh.

I was trying everything for about half an hour. Olga woke up. We decided to feed the guy anyway. Olga took him and started feeding and I took the baby chart to fill in some blanks. After focusing on for five seconds I realized that Maxim was right. He slept for three hours, not two. We just confused the time.

The point of the story: you can’t trick one hungry baby with no charts of yours. He has his own clocks and expects everyone else to synchronize with those. He doesn’t give a damn about day time saving, timezones, atomic clock, ntp and whatever else there is about time.