Sorry for the long gap in posting. I've gone back to work, K is staying home with the baby, and staying up most nights. But here's a gently-flowing, confusing pile of thoughts and update:

First, pictures! You can check out a slat of pictures (a photoblog, if you will) featuring faces of Reid, mostly while he's asleep. Small Faces from Reid's 4th, 5th, and 6th days come with commentary, which genuinely demonstrates how insane I am. Then this batch of pix are basically the Reid-as-prop photoslat, where different people pick up and pose with the baby, or people place the baby in certain locations, and then I take the picture. No matter what happens, I take the picture.

Frankly, on the picture issue, can I say again how startling a thought it is for me to have had this baby before the dawn of the digital photography. I wrote to my cousin and his wife that I can only imagine the home filling up, like a bathtub, with photographs of the baby, doing whatever it is that he does. Now, my point is, the hard drive fills up with pictures, but at least we're not kicking through them like fallen leaves. They, with their two little ones, Nicholas and Jake, have taken tremendous quantities of pictures. But the organizational skills demonstrated by Nick and Jake's parents is astounding. Photo albums. Boxes of photos. Photos organized by baby outfits and phases of the moon. They're incredible.

My organization skills run more along the lines of "Pictures" and "Not Pictures." Maybe I'll work out something more complex and useful. But probably not.

Second, jaundice! The spent red blood cells coursing through the youngster's circulatory system have begun to abate. Friday's bilirubin levels were high, necessitating another trip to the doctor, and another heel prick Saturday morning. Those numbers stayed high, so we underwent the rarely-seen Sunday heel-prick. Projecting (because of my insanity) I see my young child's faith in his fellow man gently diminished, because a stranger with a clinical manner bleeds him, seemingly at random, every morning. But Sunday's bilirubin was lower! Huzzah! Monday's followup heel prick yielded even less bilirubin. The jaundice slowly receeded. The boy's warm hue (strangely masked, it turns out, by his slight olive complexion and by the outstandingly warm and inviting lighting and paint combination of our home) cooled slightly, and by his tenth day, today, he seems fully out of the woods on the jaundice tip.

Third, sleep! May I right now take the time to announce formally that my wife is simply the most incredible human being alive (she doesn't read this, so I'm not kissing up). In order to keep our house from being foreclosed upon and the like, I'm going to work. But my wife is doing the real work in our house, tending throughout the day and much of the night to the ebb and flow of little Reid's needs. We sit stunned because he sleeps when it is light outside and his blue-brown eyes pop open like night-lilies just as the final bed-side lamp is clicked off. He spirals his head, wrinkles his face into impossible contortions and fills his diaper again and again. But the only time he sleeps is daylight. We're seriously considering moving to East India just so the boy can sleep when it's dark out. (Of course, he spent some of his earliest time in the womb on India-time, and that may explain something.)