Announcing

I am currently holding this little guy: he was 7 lb. 13 oz. and I felt full of baby because he was stretched out
with these on my ribs.
He also propped his foot on the midwife's arm, and grabs at anything that gets in his way. I'm thinking he's an opportunist. And he's healthy and has all his digits (for some reason I was a little worried about this one missing some).

The big kids love him to death and we have to fight to hold him--poor Dad loses out the most. Lolly's a huge helper and is even big enough that I trust her to carry him from one place to another. She rocks him to sleep and burps him for me, and soon she'll be learning how to change stinky diapers. ;) I don't know what I'll do when she goes to school Monday. Mr Destructo likes to rub the baby's hair and say "Aw" and give him kisses. When we first brought the baby home and he was crying and we said he was hungry, Mr D brought him a piece of celery and tried to hand it to him. What a nice big brother. Mr D really is a thoughtful, sweet little guy. Even S-man loves to "hold" his brother and rub his head and give kisses, but that was after he saw his brother and sister do it. When he came to the hospital with dad while they were at school, he wasn't so sure what the baby was and just gave him semi-interested-what-the-heck-is-that looks.

I must say he came not a moment too soon, as I beginning to have severe pregnant brain moments--like almost getting in (but avoiding) no fewer than three car accidents, putting fabric softener in the compartment with the Tide instead of it's own spot, and the very worst: forgetting to put conditioner in my hair one morning. Believe me, that could have been catastrophic if we didn't have a detachable shower head.