The last several days have been a whirlwind in slow motion, with lots of diapers.
Grandma and grandpa Kuznia left, then grandma and grandpa Corson came and stayed a day before leaving to beat a winter storm (with more visit coming after Christmas, when they drive up with Max's uncle Schuyler and his younger son Ben).

Mom did more knitting than is indicated by this photo.
The temperature was above freezing for a few days, then plunged down as a front moved in. It was 38F yesterday. It was -6F this morning (before the extra 15 or so degrees lower figured for windchill). And it's been either snowing or blowing here for days, so I keep going out to shovel.
And then as if by magic (or sheer persistence) Max turned 3 weeks old yesterday! He's growing some we think but it's hard to tell. Looking at pictures seems to show some difference in his face.
This one was Dec 11:

And this one is yesterday:


These days he's been making funny faces. And angry ones. And thoughtful ones. And looks that make us think the lights are out entirely. Today he's making screaming face quite a bit. He's sleeping more at night. Some nights. Last night. It changes around. He's also hungry almost constantly the last few days. Everything's different. Everything's the same. We loved having people and we like having the house to ourselves too. Life doesn't wait, and jobs must be kept up with, and babies tended to alike. This has been my desk lately. My job is being great about letting me do as much work as I can from home. But it won't last forever.

And daily living. The simple things like making a meal without help at all. Even a bad one. The neighbor across the alley told me the other day he has a pregnant daughter suddenly living at home. He's 56 and about to be raising another baby. He's recently updated the garage, fully insulated, with a heater.
The future beckons. What to do? Well, this guy:

Sends this advice: