So our new addition has been around for about a month now- I think maybe we're starting to get used to the insane-o concept that we're really, truly parents. Slowly but surely we're settling down out of the shrieking, "RED ALERT!" method of handling a newborn, into a nice, bio-hazard orange, with occasional flashes of hazmat-y yellow. Which is to say, we haven't killed or seriously maimed him yet, so maybe we don't actually need to spend our days (and nights) in a state of constant, low-grade panic.
Turns out Neeps is a pretty classic example of an easy-temperament baby, and thank the stars for that, because let me tell you, this shit is hard enough as it is without throwing inconsolable crying into the mix. And it doesn't hurt that he's cute as hell. Might as well call the human race done, ladies and gentlemen, because perfection has been reached.
|Kwisatz Haderach, anyone?|
|His secret is out.|
Onward to adventure!