ROCKSTAR!!!

I am totally amazed that every single baby in the world doesn't grow up with a celebrity complex. Braeden has already posed for more pictures in his 3 short days than I think I have in my entire life. He's definitely getting the Rockstar treatment. He eats, poops, poses, sleeps and criticizes his parents on poor performance. The pediatrician had a great comment in the hospital when he said that baby's seem to thrive "despite" the best efforts of their parents.

Leaving the hospital yesterday was the most traumatic experience for me so far. Suddenly the highly trained support staff was gone and it was just Heather, me and Mr. Braeden (pronounced Meeester Braeden). It made it much easier knowing that we had a lot of experienced parents all around and that Grandma Binnie will be staying with us for the next two weeks. The funny thing about that is that Heather and I have a newborn baby living with us and we are eating better than we've eaten in years. Yeah, we're only getting about 2 hours of sleep a day but we just had pan seared seasoned chicken with a fresh garden salad and steamed carrots. Good trade off in my book!

It's definitely a week of firsts for little man. His first birth (hopefully the only one he will have to ever endure...). His first breath (easily the most amazing thing I've ever seen), first garage sale (thanks Chris for the heads up). And his first bath. That was probably more traumatic for Daddy than for him. I still can't handle hearing him cry so hard. I'll definitely be the pushover.

Thank you all for the calls and emails and we look forward to all of you meeting him. Hopefully all the fame won't go to his head and he'll still be willing to pose for pictures. But please, no autographs...