So our little man has been with us for 1 whole week. To answer Mo's question, it seems like he's been here forever, which sounds weird, but I don't know how to explain it otherwise. It's like, where have you been all my life? He fits perfectly in our lives and in our hearts, I can't remember what life used to be like with out him.
We have had quite a week. The recovery from the c-section has been more than I anticipated. Everyone says not to over do things and take it easy, but how is that possible with a newborn who requires feedings every 2 hours, clean diapers, tummy time and fun time as well? Honestly, he's quite a calm baby. All he does is sleep, eat, poop and very rarely fusses. It's just with 2 hour windows, it doesn't leave much time for, say, sleep...
But now we are getting to be pros. Brad is super awesome at swaddling and diaper changes, I happen to be the burping expert. Ty loves to have his back rubbed and I sing to him all the time, so much so that I am starting to sing such classics as Madonna's Papa Don't Preach. What ever it takes, right? I also love tickling his underarms.
I love this picture of Lara, my 3 year-old neice. When she found out that we had a boy she was so disappointed, she said "...but I asked for a girl." Shortly after this picture was taken I heard her whisper, "...but at least he's really cute". I'm glad I could come through with the cuteness at least.
Do you remember all the waiting that we did? Here ya go to refresh your memory.

