Brennan

I was gonna write a post about all my deep thoughts, but then I remembered that I don’t have any, so I'll talk about Brennan.

Kory’s always been under the impression that if you name your son Batman, he’ll receive instant cool status without having to do anything...and that it would be extra awesome for the boy when his future teachers call attendance... “Josh, Michael, John...Batman.” I’ll admit, it sounds awesome. And since we lack the height genes, it could only help. Thus the idea of naming our first-born son Batman came to be. But as sound as the logic may have been, I thought perhaps we should go a more traditional route and name him Brennan Bruce. Luckily for Kory and his Batman dreams, my maiden name is Bruce. And Bruce Wayne was Batman. See how nicely that works? So no worries, Brenn will still be awesome.

I’m just gonna throw this out there: I hate being pregnant. The end. Oh, and three cheers for epidurals...and McKay-Dee's room service rocks my world. The end for reals.

So check it out - my kids' birthdays are 10/6/7 and 6/7/10. That’s gotta mean something, but my feeble brain can't quite figure out what. Maybe since 7/10/6 has already passed, I'm done having kids??

Brennan weighed in at 6 lbs. 12.6 oz. and was 19 3/4 inches long, although the nurse who gave us the stats either told us wrong or wrote up all the paperwork wrong, because we were both told 19 inches in the delivery room. Oh well. Somehow I doubt Brenn will care. Anyway, we brought him home last week weighing in at a whopping 6 lbs. 4 oz. and I'd guess he weighs somewhere between 6 and 16 lbs. now, give or take a few ounces.

So we didn’t really do anything to prepare Maggie for Brenn’s arrival. We figured she had no choice but to accept it and she’d have to adjust. I'm sure all the avid parenting magazine readers are gasping right now, but that’s just how we roll. And she hasn’t been an issue at all. She pretty much instantly accepted that he wasn’t going anywhere and hasn’t asked me to send him back yet. When he cries, she tries to cheer him up by showing him her trains...

Dimple in the chin = he's Kory's. Phew.

So far he seems to be super cuddly and chill. He sleeps great and eats great and that's basically all he does at the moment. Not sure how long it will last, but I have no complaints for now because he's made the adjustment (that I'd been dreading for years) pretty seamless so far.