Thank you all for the kind remarks and well-wishes.
It’s been kind of a terrifying experience. I already feel like a completely different person than I was earlier this week. It’s like a frightfully accelerated version of puberty, except I can drink but cannot have sex. Ah well.
I swear this kid has some sort of parasite. He wants to eat every 20-30 minutes, not every 2-3 hours. He is definitely my son.
She’s lying. Not about the congrats, but about the easier. Mine are now eleven and twelve (almost) and we are heading to the dreaded middle school. My son went to skateboard camp this summer, my daughter to horse camp, and I spent a week childless (wonderful), scared that at least one would break bones or worse (not so wonderful, both came home safe).
He’s sleeping, so you can’t tell from that photo, but I am very curious as to one thing. Does he have a sharp glance like his father? (May he avoid such a wicked fate :D)