I know this post is overdue, but I haven't been able to get up the motivation to sit down and get it out there.  I'm tired.

                                  

Buster (not his real name) was born a week and a half ago, and boy has he been different from what I expected.  Little H came into this world with a bang, screaming her lungs out, and she hasn't really calmed down since.  Buster had the sweetest little cry, and I was honestly worried that he was so much quieter.  He's pretty much been sleeping since we brought him home, but I have managed to capture a few odd moments of lucidity.  When he does wake up, it is mainly just to eat himself back into a coma.

                                        

When H first saw him in the hospital room all bundled up, her first question was, "Doesn't he have any arms?"

Anyway, it's great to have him, and I feel like a brand new parent all over again.  It's amazing how much one can forget in just a couple years, like how gross and smelly the umbilical cord can be, and how almost eight pounds of baby can feel massive in your stomach but weightless in your arms, and how it's impossible to sleep because even if the baby is out you still have to wake up every half hour and poke him to make sure he's breathing.

Also, check out these monkey toes.  He could be swinging from the trees already if we let him...