I don't like some kids.

Yesterday at the park Jake was sitting in his stroller and we were walking toward him. Two kids, maybe 5 or 6, walked around the corner with toy light sabers. They saw Jake and said, "A baby! Let's kill it!"

Then they saw us and got all scared. They went off to the grass and started bashing each other with the light sabers.

As they were hitting each other they chanted, "Kill the baby! Kill it!"

Obligatory new baby comments.

When you meet someone with a newborn baby you must say how cute the baby is. You must compliment the baby's name.

You must tell the parents how quickly you were able to train your own newborn to sleep through the night. Or you must complain that it took you a long, long time to train your newborn through the night.

This is obligatory.

Mason is one week old

Mason is now a week old.

He does three things. Sleep. Eat. Cry.

He poops a lot, but I don't count that. He also looks around a couple times a day.

He's a night owl - meaning he's awake all night and demanding to be held. He sleeps all day.

We have to somehow reverse this, but all the books say you can't do much about it for a newborn. He also, at one point, fed 11 hours a day. Yesterday it was down to 9 hours a day.

Jake kissed him for the first time yesterday. He kissed Mason's back, after I prompted him. So cute. Also, Mason has very light, cute blond hair all over his body. I like to tickle it and kiss it.

It feels like we're going away for 2 weeks.

Now that we've scheduled the baby to arrive on Tuesday, we're busy packing and making preparations.

It feels like we're going away for 2 weeks.

Hopefully it's only going to be two days. Last time it was 42 days in the hospital. I think that's probably why I feel like we're going away for 2 weeks.

Also, the hospital claims they don't supply blankets or diapers or wipes. So we have to pack all that crap.

This makes our luggage look HUGE as well. Yes, we have luggage.

I really hope we get a private room. I don't want to share a room with 3 newborns and then try and sleep in a chair beside Cindy's bed. But oh well. I've done it before and I can do it again.

Big lips.

I saw a clear picture of the baby's face. It has HUGE, HUGE lips. Like we're talking Angelina Jolie's lips.

Maybe it's a girl - with lips like that. Or perhaps it's a boy and he'll simply grow into those lips.

We saw one of those 3D scans. The hospital has the new machine. (Last time with Jake we paid $50 for one of these scans to find out the gender. You could also buy a full tour with videos and pictures and order DVDs.)

Cindy has skinny lips. I have one skinny lip and one fat lip. My top lip is basically non existent it's so skinny. My bottom lip is a bit fat. Cindy's family has skinny or normal-sized lips.

My family has skinnyish lips, I think. I don't really remember because I don't spend a lot of time looking at people's lips.

I watch other babies.

As the days get closer to the birth of my second child, I find myself watching other little babies. Just today I was watching a mother carry around her son at the library.

Yesterday I was watching a baby in a stroller.

I'm trying to remember what it's like to have a newborn. If I remember correctly, it's pretty easy. They don't do much except look around and sleep.

The hardest part is changing their diaper (which is pretty easy because their poop doesn't get bad until they start eating sold foods) and not sleeping at night (which is hard because you're so tired all the time).

Other than that, it's not too tough for the Dad. For the Mom feeding adds a whole new dimension of difficulty. I don't envy women.

I always feel a little creepy when I watch kids. Men are villanized as molesters so I get self-conscious about watching kids. Because I'm self conscious, I sort of secretly watch them, which I'm sure makes me look even creepier. Then, because I feel even creepier, I start to feel ashamed of myself.

This pregnancy is going much faster...

I was telling Cindy how much faster this pregnancy seems to be going. It's only months away before we have another child. That blows my mind. I keep telling her we need to set up the car seat and buy a stroller, but she's more laid back than me.

Why is time going so much faster this time around? I have two theories:

1) We're distracted by Jake. He takes up so much time and energy right now that we don't often sit around and day dream about the future. When Cindy was pregnant with Jake, we had nothing else to do except day dream about the future (and buy a house and move to Maple Ridge). So time went by much slower.

2) We told people later this time around. Which means people have spent less time asking us questions or talking about this pregnancy. This makes it seem like it's happening so fast.

Our 12 week ultrasound.

On November 18, Cindy and I went for a 12 week ultrasound where they would do a bunch of preliminary tests to see if the baby has down syndrome.

First, they checked his face. The doctor said there was a "nose bone", which apparently is a good sign the baby is healthy. Apparently babies with down syndrome often don't have a nose bone.

Then he checked blood flow for a vein leading to the heart. Normal flow. Another good sign. Babies with down syndrome often have holes in their heart (as we know only too well...).

Then he checked growth. Normal size. Good.

Then he checked fluid behind the neck. Normal amount of fluid. Babies with down syndrome seem to have lots of fluid back there.

All these are good signs and we were pleased. He gave Cindy some blood tests and then a batch for some more and then, apparently, when they analyze the results they will let us know with 95% certainty whether the baby has down syndrome.

Meanwhile, it was a fun day. I could see the baby clearly. At one point it waved it's hand at me when I was talking to it. It fell asleep and wasn't moving and we were all waiting for it. The doctor came over and started jiggling the womb, trying to wake it up so he could see better.

Good times.