Everyone, I’d like you to meet Jax. All 8 pounds, 15 ounces of him popped into the outside world at 10:27 p.m. on July 22, right on his due date.
Adam and I feel blessed beyond belief. As for Jax, well, I think we can sum things up in this way:
THINGS JAX LIKES
3. Grunting loudly in his sleep at 12:00 a.m.
4. Eating some more
5. Pooping in the middle of a diaper change, while simultaneously spraying himself in the face
6. Grunting loudly in his sleep at 2:00 a.m. See also: 3:00 a.m., 4:00 a.m., infinity.
7. EATING EATING EATING GOOD LORD WOMAN WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU HAVE TO SLEEP/USE THE BATHROOM/DO DISHES/PLAY WITH THAT OTHER CHILD
(After a brief episode of birth-weight loss, otherwise known as That Time the Pediatrician Threatened a Feeding Tube and I Sobbed and Felt Like a Monstrous Mothering Failure But Then All Was Fine 12 Hours Later So Screw You Medical Establishment and Yay for Monstrous Breasts, Jax has moved on up the scale to a whopping 9 pounds, 2 ounces. His thighs are even more rolly now, for the cuteness record. Plus he has a dimple in his elbow NOM NOM.)
And Aura? Well, I’d say she’s pretty thrilled. A little disappointed that Jax is not yet expressing her level of extreme pleasure with either the iPad or her approximate 4,849 Littlest Pet Shop toys, but eh. That’s what the third week of life is for, anyway.
You know what, friends?
Right now, life is good. Very, very good.