All Ready to Go Home!

Finally, after spending four nights in the hospital, we can all go home as a family. As you can tell, I'm ready to go!

Both mommy and daddy said that their stay in the hospital was sort of strange. Both of said that they felt like they were on a weekend getaway somewhere. Must be due to the lack of sleep because there is no way this is a vacation! Where's Mickey Mouse? Where's the beach and the sun and the sand? Someone better have a talk with mommy and daddy.

Daddy Got Me In Trouble

Can you believe it? Daddy already got me in trouble!

So I'm hanging out with the boobs...doing what I can to get something to eat...munching away. Unfortunately...I beat up the boobs pretty good.

Next thing I know...I'm getting an "operation" down there a frenectomy. What's a frenectomy you ask? It's the clipping of the frenulum. So why am I being clipped? ASK DADDY!

The frenulum is that little flap of skin that attaches to the bottom of your tongue. Daddy's frenulum is attached to the tip of his tongue, so he can't stick it out very far (watch him eat ice cream...it's funny). I inherited daddy's tongue...which made me chomp on mommy...which got me in trouble!

My Daddy's ______ than Your Daddy

My daddy's not as skilled as Kyden's daddy in the video editing department...but he "gave it a go." Apparently I have some kiwi in me...must be influence from mommy and daddy's honeymoon.



That's me...26 hours old.

I can also be found on You Tube. (Click Here)

Who's a Pop Star?

This is my favorite song of the moment. Any guesses on the artist and song title? More froyo to the first correct answer! (Mommy...daddy said you'd give me money for this.)

Say my name, say my name
If no one is around you, say "baby I love you"
If you ain't runnin' game
Say my name, say my name

By the way...say my name!

Who's a Betting Man?

After our week 36 ultrasound, I was estimated to be 7 pounds, 8 ounces.

After our week 39 ultrasound, I was estimated to be 9 pounds, 3 ounces.

For you betting folks...the line was 9 pounds, 8 ounces. Any over / under takers out there? If you think a picture will help...here you go.

Ehhh...enough already...I could never keep people in suspense anyway. Here's my stats:

• Weight: 8 pounds, 14 ounces


• Length: 20.5 inches

Evicted!

Today was an interesting day. For some reason, mommy started tooling around at 4 am. This is usually when I'm rolling around and having a party in her tummy. When she moves around like that, it puts me to sleep. Game over.

Next thing I know...there's this bright light and I'm getting yanked out of my cozy little home! Things were getting a bit cramped anyway. What sucked was that it was FREEZING! I was passed off like a football and these nice ladies bundled me up to keep me warm.

When I finally opened my eyes, just for a quick second, I saw this really handsome guy who looked like me. He claimed to be my daddy...but I've learned through many years of experience that things are not always what they seem. I mean...he could have claimed to be Keanu Reeves...should I have believed him?

Those nice ladies who bundled me up handed me to that handsome guy and off we rolled. (That handsome guy, who I'm considering calling "daddy" was sitting in a wheel chair.) Then I saw her...like an angel out of the heavens. I was already in awe...and then she spoke..."Hi baby...I'm your mommy."

Hello World...HERE I COME!!!

Auntie Christi Is So Smart!

Since mommy and daddy can't figure out what to name me, Auntie Christi did it for them. I now have a name!

Now introducing...DevLog! Yay for me!

Bobbing Around

I think mommy's ready to evict me. She keeps talking about how uncomfortable she is, how she's not sleeping, and how she can't eat very much. I know she's trying to coax me out and I'm really excited to meet everyone...but I'm like my dad. I like my routine. I like stability. Change is scary. Plus...it's cold out there and, in here, I'm snug like a bug in a rug.

I've thought about coming out on my own...twice now. I've ventured lower, but it was scarey down there...so I came back up to where I was comfortable. There's just no room down there and I like to stretch out.

Oh Great Buddha...

Just call me Baby Buddha!

Today, Mommy, Daddy, and I took our weekly trip to the OB and we learned that I'm in the 80th percentile for weight! What does that mean? Right now, I'm seven and a half pounds. I'm growing at half a pound a week and there's four weeks to go before I'm well done. Let's see who's faster at math...you or me. **think...think...think** NINE AND A HALF POUNDS!

The OB's a bit worried about mommy being able to evict me from my current residence because I'm so HUGE! So...we're going back for another ultra sound in two weeks and there's three roads into the world:

1. I leave peacefully, on my own, in the next two weeks.
2. If I put on less than one and a half pounds in the next two weeks, I'm getting induced (whatever that means).
3. If I put on more than one and a half pounds in the next two weeks, I'm moving to section C...or maybe it was C section. It was hard to hear this morning with Mommy's tummy grumbling so loud.

Now...most babies bodies are smaller than their heads...but I just need to be me. My tummy is bigger (around) than my head is! Daddy said that I have a beer gut!

Be nice to Mommy...she's sort of freaking out.

Here's what I don't get...everyone seems to be blaming Daddy for this! Poor Daddy.