We have a Newborn Madness winner!

The Know-It-All-Brother-In-Law saw a resemblance to Winston Churchill.
A stretch? You be the judge.

I am so thrilled that so many of youse were happy to jump aboard the Newborn Madness bandwagon with me and hazard a guess as to how many pictures I could possibly have taken in a twenty minute span of the little peanut. Eighteen Nineteen stalwart souls put up numbers ranging from 37 (tracerhawk) to 400 (kelly; and I’m flattered you thought so highly of my trigger finger).

The actual number of pictures taken in a twenty minute span was…..

Seventy four!

That makes FemKnitMafia the happy winner of a “One of My Moms is Blogging This” product from Mombian. She guessed 70. Tied for second place are Vikki and Annemarie4, who both guessed 67. Blue Ox is in third with a guess of 87. If we weren’t scrimping and saving so’s he could have a new pair of shoes, I’d get everyone some kinda something. The other thing is, I want to save for the next such baby-drunk jamboree, since this one was so fun.

FemKnit, I’ll be writing you to get your mailing address just as soon as I finish diapering the little guy, since I’m leaving him in the lurch to get this note up.

Anyone with at least a minute and a half to squander is more than welcome to gaze upon all 74 peanut images in this fancy Flickr-induced slideshow. Speed it up to one every second and it positively flies by.

Thank you all for playing.

And even asleep hath he smote his Auntie

And another one strikes the dust. Visiting Auntie Rache joins her ma, who was smote a good two weeks ago at the birth.

Q: What’s almost as dear to a fresh parent’s eyes as the sight of the wee babe peacefully sleeping?

A: The sight of the wee babe peacefully sleeping while being bathed in love by smitten fambily and friends.

And smite them the sleeping babies do. It is a wonderful thing to witness, this imperative of biology. Stephen Jay Gould’s classic essay, “A Biological Homage to Mickey Mouse,” uses the evolution of Mickey Mouse (from menacing, rat-like critter to adorable cutie-pie) as a means to illustrate this elemental mamalian response to the features of a baby. Konrad Lorenz, by way of SJ Gould:

In one of his most famous articles, Konrad Lorenz argues that humans use the characteristic differences in form between babies and adults as important behavioral cues. He believes that features of juvenility trigger “”innate releasing mechanisms” for affection and nurturing in adult humans. When we see a living creature with babyish features, we feel an automatic surge of disarming tenderness. The adaptive value of this response can scarcely be questioned, for we must nurture our babies. Lorenz, by the way, lists among his releasers the very features of babyhood that Disney affixed progressively to Mickey: “a relatively large head, predominance of the brain capsule, large and low-lying eyes, bulging cheek region, short and thick extremities, a springy elastic consistency, and clumsy movements.”

Yep, that would be our peanut. Large head, predominant brain capsule, bulging cheeck region, springy elastic consistency and all.

I will now conclude this brief ditty by brazenly citing Wikipedia, even after such erudite critiques of it as have been found last year in The New Yorker and earlier this week on The Colbert Report. Herewith, their pop-synopsis of “cuteness.”

I’m no snob. No, indeed, I myself am quite heartened by the fact that Wikipedia is so porous and populist a resource: it gives me every confidence that I need wait only a few more hours before they approve and post one of my recent baby pics as a replacement for that puppy they have hogging up all that pixel space as an illustration of “cuteness.” I’ve been hitting “refresh” on that page for hours, and to no avail, but will not lose hope. I’m sure it’s just a little coding snag or something.

And these are only nine of ’em

Big babyrama
Make your own wall o’ pix using this nifty interface here.

These were taken nearly a week ago in a veritable orgy of redundant portraiture. It was the first time his eyes were open a significant number of minutes on end, and before midnight, a time when I am (a) capable of focussing on objects as small as his eyes, and (b) capable of being happy they’re open, period.

How many images can a baby-drunk parent actually take in a — here, let me check — yep, in a twenty minute span, one might ask? You guess!

I will entertain guesses from both you regular readers up until, oh, let’s say 11:59 SATURDAY NIGHT (Feb 3). Whichever of your guesses comes the closest to the number of pictures I managed to take in that twenty minute portrait orgy wins a prize! I will purchase and have sent to you your very own “One of my moms is blogging this” t-shirt (or bib, or whatever) from Mombian.

If you’re the lucky winner but aren’t a lesbian mom blogger, well, I suggest you meet one, and give her this t-shirt as a delightful and unexpected gift. If you really can’t find a way to meet a lesbian parent anywhere (and we really are everywhere; the most recent census established that we’re in 99.3% of American counties), I might consider swapping your lesbo mom blogging product for a copy of this critically acclaimed, edifying book by and about lesbo mums such as myself.

Meanwhile, I have to note that those images above are sooo one week ago. He’s way grown up now that he’s, like, two weeks old. As evidenced below, receiving the umpteen gazillionth kiss of the day from his big sis:

Umpteen gazillionth kiss of the day

[Addendum: And the winner is…]