I'm not as funny as Bill Cosby, but hopefully, you'll get the point

So it's only 2 in the afternoon and I've already changed not one, not two, but THREE diapers full of poop.

The first one was cute:  Oh did poo poo, Patrick.  It must be all the food you've been eating.  Good job!

The second was still cute: Poo poo again?  Wow, Patrick, you're such a big boy.

The third one, not so cute: Again?  You did it again?  AGAIN? 

I think we're going for a record here, folks.

And I haven't fed him mangoes in about two weeks!

Amazing how much he looks like his father

Finally... Home

We brought Patrick home yesterday afternoon. There are many words to describe him: adorable, cuddly, tiny, beautiful. But my favorite:

Perfect.

Not because he's my son or anything, but just because he is.

Perfect.

I knew that the minute I saw him, I would be smitten and in love. But I never imagined it could be this intense.

Many thanks to my bff, acb, for keeping everyone updated on his birth, progress, and photos. And many thanks to the phone calls, emails, and comments on this blog with prayers, thoughts, well wishes and congratulations.

I will upload pictures soon, hopefully sometime today. That camera phone picture just doesn't cut how awesome this kid is.

More soon.