Named him Samuel Michael. For his nickname, we’re going to call him “quits”. [Think about it for a minute.]
Yep, I’m almost a month late in posting this . . . many apologies. If I listed out our month you would call me a liar. A friend quipped that we need our own personal intercessors for the family; she wasn’t kidding.
Back to Samuel. He’s been awake every night from about 11PM to 5AM. I think it’s called colic. It sure ain’t called “a good night's rest”. Amy and I have switched every few hours so we get at least a little sleep. It’s my shift right now.
You see this in sitcoms: ugly baby and nobody wants to break the news to the happy parents. Can I just say we’re not like that. We had two cute babies and two “precious” babies (that’s code for “take it back now, I just can't stand to look”).
Samuel didn’t start out so well, but he’s working out his issues. One thing in his favor is that he has had a full head of ultra-soft hair since day one; we’re talking jealous silkworms and stuff. And he eats like a champ, thus the colic-ish-iness.
The still-life slideshow starts below.
