literally, the best week of my life.

In the last week, I have cried whilst pooping, wore depends and a bra (and that's all) for more than a 24 hour period, and popped pills like I was Whitney (is that joke too soon? whatevs).

And it has been the best week of my life.

Every cliche is true and we feel every one of them. We can't stop looking at him, we already love him so much, and he is an absolute dream come true.

Obviously, so much more to come, but trying to heal from the c-section and learn how to keep him alive and still have enough time to just stare at him for dance card is a little full on going back and filling you in on the details of the week. I figure, that's what next week is for. Of course, we have a zillion pictures from the week and had a photographer capture his birth, so there's a lot to share and plenty of stories to tell.

Here are a few pics we took yesterday. He may have pooped a little all over the white comforter (good news, Martha Stewart Chuck got that out) and had his first projectile pee all over Grandma Vicky. Oh the memories are already starting.

He's ringing in at about 10 lbs 8 ounces or so today and is almost back up to his fighting birth weight. He measured 21 3/4 inches at his four day old appointment - apparently he did not grow almost 2 inches in four days, but some big giant babies can get so smooshed, they need a day or so to stretch back out. Who knew? Not the woman carrying Big Boy, that's for sure.


  1. He is just precious! Congratulations! Can't wait to see more pictures of your sweet boy!

  2. Those cheeks KILL me! Oh my gosh! He is just begging to have them nibbled on!! :) So, so adorable!!!!


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