On 9/9/11 our little man, Adam Scott Dreese, was brought into our world by a crack team (in this context crack means good, not referring some professional league of drug users) team of belly-slicing doctors with rapidly approaching tee times (this implies that doctor's play golf and they did it so fast I can only assume they needed to change into their spikes and abscond to the links post haste with the mayor of Senatorville).
Adam, aka Little Dude Cutesy McSqueezyCheeks would even out a scale with 8lbs 5oz of pure, uncut awesomeness on the other side and took up 21 vertical inch units of space. His favorite pastimes are long limb-flails on the beach and watching his favorite sports team, the Williamsport Can't See Much Yets.
So far we've been home for two weeks and things are going well. We're slowly getting the hang of the cry-eat-sleep-poop cycle, which can be a tough nut to crack. Amber is simultaneously enjoying her time off work as well as wishing I could teleport home to give her a break now and then, while my transition coming back to work has been less terrible than I had expected it to be.
Enough words typed from my fingers, pictures!
No comments:
Post a Comment