Molly's doing well with the change. She was real quiet at the hospital; I've never seen such a serious look on her face. But on the way home, she started to open up a bit. "Jack no like the baath," she said, "He mad." And she was right; Jack was not at all a fan of his first bath. Otherwise though, he seems like a pretty happy kid. Here's to hoping that everything continues to go well.
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Showing posts with label Birth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Birth. Show all posts
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Hello World, Jack Chaucer
Molly's doing well with the change. She was real quiet at the hospital; I've never seen such a serious look on her face. But on the way home, she started to open up a bit. "Jack no like the baath," she said, "He mad." And she was right; Jack was not at all a fan of his first bath. Otherwise though, he seems like a pretty happy kid. Here's to hoping that everything continues to go well.
Friday, October 5, 2007
Project Dad
You heard it. On 10/1/2007 at 20:50 after 30 hours of labor involving way too many hours of relentless usage of Pitocin, my wife and I were rewarded with the most beautiful little creature love and marriage can buy: Our very own Molly Marie. Look at her, isn't she darling? I surely think so. Vitals: 7lbs 13oz, 20 1/4 inches. She's been happy, healthy, and an all around great baby in the house.
I'll be posting more soon, but good lord, she's darling.
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