We spent the afternoon hanging out in the hospital with the baby. I let Rose take some pictures, and it’s fun to see what a three-year-old thinks you need pictures of.
She also took one of the Butcher’s wife’s ankle which tickled me.
And here’s one I took of the baby, sucking his thumb.
When you’re a baby these days, they make you wear mittens on your hands so you don’t scratch yourself. It also makes it harder to suck your thumb.
On his second day, he decided he didn’t like being wrapped like a burrito and he sometimes prefers to be put up on your shoulder. He was opening his eyes a little bit, but he always looked like he wasn’t sure said eye-opening was a good thing.
He both seems so impossibly tiny and like there’s something really screwy about nature’s idea that something that size should come out of your vagina.