Yeah, it happened last Friday. His name’s Nate, and he’s pretty cool, I guess. He doesn’t do much- eats, sleeps, yawns, poops. Man, he poops a lot. I think the first night home, every diaper I changed had a little dumpling in it. Ridiculous. Maybe he’s got irritable bowel syndrome or something. Here’s what he looks like:
Here’s a pretty picture of his mom hanging out with him:
Here’s me telling him to wake up and come play basketball:
Now we’ve been home for two nights, and we’re pretty tired. We had forgotten that when there’s a newborn around you don’t really sleep much. Plus, we’ve got a two year old to chase around, so that’s a pretty exhausting combo.
Sam’s been good with Nate so far…mostly. He likes to sit with me or Liz and help hold him. He just touches Nate’s little hands, or whispers his name. And then there are moments when Sam tries to eat Nate’s foot, or feed him Cheerios. We gotta watch him.
So, there you have it. We’re now a family of four. I’m sure it’ll be great someday, but right now, I only have three thoughts:
- I am really tired.
- When’s the last time I took a shower?
- I think he just pooped again…
How was your weekend?