My First Week

I was born on a glorious Monday morning in Chicago. Monday, August 26 at 9:28am, if you're like my mommy and daddy and want to be exact about everything. I weighed in at 7lbs 3oz. Smallish, but fierce. And I was 20.5 inches long. I think I'm going to be a tall fella like my daddy.

My arrival was shocking to my parents. I expected tears and exclamations of joy. All they'd been saying to me for the past nine months while I was in mommy's belly was how they couldn't wait to meet me. So there I was, in the flesh. And I was greeted by expressions of shock and awe. And they were stunned into silence. Daddy snapped a few pics of me and then had to go lay down because he was light headed. I mean, sure, I was all goopy and grey and had meconium all over me, and sure, they had just experienced the so-called miracle of life, but couldn't I have gotten one little tear?

My first week was awesome. I had so many visitors. I think I may be some sort of celebrity. Note to self: investigate celebrity status further. So many people wanted to hold me and take my picture. First, Papa John and Buni came to visit - they're my grandparents from my mommy's side of the family. Next aunt Margaret and uncle Andy came. I also met my godfather Allin, mommy and daddy's friends Brian and Becca and Val and Steve Harker, who are basically like second parents to mommy therefore making them grandparents of sorts to me (although I wasn't having my finest afternoon when they came to visit and wasn't being my usual cute, charming self... I will have to remember to be extra adorable the next time I see them).

Other than that, I had a bit of a jaundice scare this first week and had to lay under what I like to call a baby tanning blanket which I didn't enjoy very much (see pic of me under my tanning blanket below), I have been eating NONSTOP (I just can't get enough of that milk stuff), I have been getting "the treatment" from daddy (4 of Dr. Karp's 5 S's) and, I'm not going to lie, I've been loving it. I've gone on a couple of nice walks with mommy and daddy (further evidence of possible celebrity status: they throw a blanket over my car seat when we go on walks so nobody can see me). And I've just been having a grand old time.

Love,

WFT (that stands for Weston Frederick Tedeschi... not to be confused with the acronym WTF, which I'm told has a very different meaning...)