This child is a genius

I know all new parents think their kid is the most advanced, smartest kid on the block. But really, come on now, when your 12-day-old son rolls over on his own, how can you not feel that way?

Josh and I were playing with Jack on the floor of our room last night for some tummy time. We put him down on his stomach on a blanket and he was pissed and he rolled onto his left shoulder, paused for a split-second, and then continued on to his back.

We looked at each other and laughed and clapped and told him how great he was. We then congratulated ourselves on birthing a protege.

Our little all-pro pee-er also made it through last night in a single pair of jammies and slept from 3-7 a.m. without a peep or the aid of a pacifier.

We've become "those" people who were snooty about the pacifier. The lactation consultants got to us early in the hospital and drilled it into us that it was not to be trusted and would cause nothing but problems. So we were sufficiently scared and refused to try one.

When Jack sleeps, he gets held or he's in his swing. If he turns into a crab-ass after he has eaten, we stick a pinky in his piehole. We swaddle him for his night sleeping in his basinette, but we leave his hands out for him, otherwise he acts like a big baby and cries.

These tricks work well, but he still has some fussiness sometimes. Which gets old at 3 a.m. when neither one of us particularly cares to sit up with him and stick a finger in his mouth so he will be quiet.

So Sunday night we broke down and -- gasp -- gave him the pacifier. Which he promptly spit out. We tried it again, and he kept it in for a short time, but he prefers those hands, so he worked it out of his mouth and replaced it with his fingers.

(Note, I have nothing against a pacifier for those parents who choose to use one. If you are using one, Godspeed to you. Knock yourself out. And in a few weeks when I post about this kid having one in his mouth 24-7, please do not say I told you so.)

Last night, we tried the paci a few times and he kept working it out of his mouth. After I fed him at 3 a.m., I didn't even offer it and that was his longest stretch of sleep. Of course that means nothing. Tonight he could scream bloody murder for four hours until he gets it.

Or, he could stay up whistling. He's doing that at 13 days old. I told you, he's advanced.