Trip to the doctor

I realize I haven't even posted about Charlie's birth, but 26 hours of labor takes some time to write out. In the meantime, Charlie has celebrated his first Christmas, spent three nights at home and had his first outing to the pediatrician.

The doctor couldn't have gone better. First, we were EARLY even with a newborn in tow. They said he looked great, sounds great and was nice and strong. Rejoice! And of course, he was diagnosed with a major case of chronic cuteness. The best reaction came when he was weighed. The nurse came back in the room saying "7 pounds, 14 ounces." The doctor said "ARE YOU SERIOUS?" She was pleasantly surprised (astounded?). Born 8 pounds, 1 ounce, he weighed 7 pounds, 3 ounces on Monday when we came home. 11 ounces in three days. :)

'Atta boy!!