1-Week old and counting

At 6:38 last Monday, I entered the world and today marks my very first week of life.  The party this evening will be a very small, select few and extremely low-key.  The festivities will consist of a few poopie-diapers, followed by getting drunk on a boob-juice cocktail and then bobbing my head back in a drunken stupor, passing out, jolting myself back awake only to start spitting up on myself and passing back out again. Now that’s the life of a total Baby Rock Star.