Tommy left the hospital weighing 7 and a half pounds and now three weeks later he's tipping the scales at just over 10 pounds. I've read that a sack of potatoes weighs about 10 pounds which is fitting since we are Irish and my parents were driven from our homeland in Ireland when the great potato famine of nineteen and eighty two struck unexpectantly.
Not too much has happened in the last three weeks. He spends the majority of his time sleeping. He obviously has found time to eat. When he's not eating or sleeping, he's practicing his dance moves or totally destroying his diaper.
We spend all of our time at home together on the couch. If you visit us, be sure to hand check the cushion before you sit down. He has a propensity to launch a suprise pee attack at various diaper changings.
He makes little noises whenever he's awake. I hope he's trying to tell us to change the channel or bring him some cookies. He moves his arms around a lot. It looks like a puppeteer has him on strings or a backup dancer in Thriller. He's a little gassy like one of his parents and unlike the unnamed parent, his gas makes him howl like a wild animal which is pretty tough to listen to.
We do tummy time, and put him in his swing or his papasan or his boppy, we rock him, we walk him, we bounce him and he seems pretty unaffected by all if it. He's relatively relaxed and probably doesn't really know what to make of all of this. We are enamored by him and spend most of our waking hours watching him and talking to him and we can't wait until he's ready to return the favor.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Monday, November 7, 2011
TKO
Our beautiful son Thomas Kenneth O'Connor was born on Halloween at about 12 noon.
He was 7lbs 12 oz. and 20.5 inches long. He has brown hair and blue eyes and two parents who could not be happier to have him in their life.
We are awed by his every movement and paralyzed with fear every time he even slightly coughs. We are overjoyed and exhausted and wholly unprepared for this amazing responsibility.
I have so many things to say about what these last few days have been like, but I don't think it's really set in yet. So instead, here are some pictures and captions to enjoy until I can sort it all out.
He's a sweet boy, I'll say that. We feel so lucky.
He was 7lbs 12 oz. and 20.5 inches long. He has brown hair and blue eyes and two parents who could not be happier to have him in their life.
We are awed by his every movement and paralyzed with fear every time he even slightly coughs. We are overjoyed and exhausted and wholly unprepared for this amazing responsibility.
I have so many things to say about what these last few days have been like, but I don't think it's really set in yet. So instead, here are some pictures and captions to enjoy until I can sort it all out.
He's a sweet boy, I'll say that. We feel so lucky.
| Karen's boys both sleep while she cleans the house, pays the bills and knits a sweater |
| Sleeping in the shade. Sporting a super deep V neck onesie and pretty happy about it. |
| His little feets. |
| Heading home from the hospital. Outfit says "you know I'm Irish." Face says, "I am extremely uncomfortable." |
| Dad and Tommy at the hospital. After about 10 minutes, 8lbs starts to feel like 8,000 lbs. |
| Mom, Tom and Dad a few minutes after birth. We were crying so hard I have no idea how this picture got taken. |
| Tommy and another kid got into it in the nursery. Other kid pulled a knife. Walked away with this cut and quite a story. |
| Mom filing Tommy's nails. He's yawning, not screaming but rest assured, we'll get one of him screaming soon enough. |
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