Last One Born is a Rotten Egg

First let me say that Emerson Bean is just the sweetest, loveliest little baby. He has a pretty little face and a gentle manner and is the cuddliest little lump of newborn you could ever wish to snuggle. I am totally smitten, in a way I truly didn't expect to be, certainly not yet. It's just wonderful.

However.

I can't help but notice that the boy stinks. Yes, ma'am. At least since his second day out, he is little Mr. Gassy Smellypants. This child, master of the silent-but-deadly, emits more sulfur than a mid-size coal plant. It's so--um--remarkable that I asked the pediatrician about it today at our 4-day office visit. She just kind of shrugged and said yeah, some kids are like that.

So. If you come visit and happen to smell something distinctly diabolical, I just want you to know it isn't me.

Big Sister Blues

Monday night, my second night home from the hospital. I hand off Emerson so I can do Cassie's bath with her. We're in the bathroom chatting and getting her undressed.

Cassie: You were gone a long time.

Rosie: Yeah, I know I was. It was more than two days. I'm sorry I was gone so long.

Cassie: I was unbearably, wickedly bored until you comed home.

Introduction

Hi, honey, we're home. We would have communicated earlier, but for some crazy reason there was no broadband access in the labor & delivery room (well, or in postpartum either).

The young gentleman to whom we shall supply the pseudonym Emerson Bean entered this world, from his substantially more confined one, on Friday, March 3, at 2:56 am. He weighed in at a dainty 7 lbs., 11 oz., and measured 20 1/2 inches long.

More details soon when things settle down slightly.