Listen, after the hottest summer of.my.life., this sweet baby boy showed up (after a 2.5 hour labor, my personal best) weighing in at a substantial 9 lbs 4 oz. It's been 4.5 weeks now and so far, he's a total dream, except for the burning nips and constant vigil I have to keep to prevent Triple from "accidentally" poking his eyes out and feeding him granola for breakfast.
We'll call him Baby Ruth, or Ruthie if you please, on this here blog because it just kind of fits. I love him so so much. I'll update more when I'm not nursing a baby or refereeing the other two knuckleheads. So, probably not anytime soon seeing as how it took me a month to post this in the first place.