Anyway, we are all adjusting just fine and things are going really well. He lost quite a bit of weight in the hospital--though our nurses weren't too concerned, as they think most babies probably lose that amount and they just don't know because non-c-section babies are sent home earlier. So, he'll get weighed again tomorrow, but since he's been eating like a maniac I think he'll be just fine.
That was a long aside. Too many words! Not enough pictures! Here's what he's been up to this week:
Bathtime! This is clearly after, since he's not crying.
Sleeping, and wearing socks as mittens.
He got these lovely flowers from my work.
Making friends with the locals.
Hee hee hee.
Okay, I couldn't pick just one picture.
(This was a yawn, not a cry. Hee hee, feet.)
Sitting on Pops.
Finding that old posture that was so common in his womb days. Remember how I said his head was always up in my ribs? (Sorry for poking your head so much before, baby.)
Wearing pajamas. He just looked cute.
Here's to you, little master! Thanks for being cute and stuff.
(And sorry for always poking you when you're sleeping.)