Yes, I'm back after a long hiatus from blogging.
Two weeks ago tonight I had a thought that the Monkling would be coming. At 4 a.m. on August 16, Monkette told me it was time to go to the hospital. But she wanted food first. Seriously.
"They're not going to feed me in the hospital and I'm hungry."
That's my girl.
Just 8.5 hours later, the Monkling officially debuted. He's the smartest person in the house (babies process information at speeds that would embarrass even Marilyn Vos Savant) and The Monk's priority level for Monkette dropped to #5 from #4 -- now her priority order is Monkling, cat, cat, cat, Monk; it used to be cat, cat, cat, Monk (we have three cats, in case you didn't figure that out). Minimal change.
The good part is he's already got more hair on his head than PaMonk. The better part is he had a clean bill of health. The notsogood: babies are incontinent, cry a lot, and are exceedingly messy. Just in case you didn't know. But yeah, they're cute, especially if they don't have the squashed mushybabyhead that so many newborns have. Monkling has a nice round head, and two chins like his namesake, Sir Winston Churchill.
And yes, he is being brought up correctly -- we have pictures of him in his Yankees hat and onesie to prove it. Did you really have any doubts about that?