Okay – I’ve been TERRIBLE about updating, and there’s been a lot going on. We’re going for a big fat marathon update today. Loads of pictures and back-dated posts to pretend that I’ve been good about updating all along.
Also, seeing as this blog is no longer just about Felix, we’re currently soliciting ideas for a new name. Preferably something we won’t have to change if we expand the brood even further. 
Note: Someone already took loinfruit.com. Bastards.
The great part about delivering at 3 minutes to midnight is that Friday counted as my first insurance-entitled hospital day and I got kicked out on Sunday. I was actually going to try to get sprung earlier than the insurance mandated stay anyway, so this just made it easier. Staying in the hospital is basically the opposite of relaxing. I don’t understand why they start doing everything SO EARLY. Is there no better time to come draw blood than at 5 am when you know I delivered a baby at midnight? You don’t think maybe I wanted to sleep? And maybe you could take my blood pressure and temperature at the same time, instead of waking me up again an hour later to do it at 6am. Or how about the “patient services advocate” who thought that 7 am was an appropriate time to wake me up to ask how my stay is going? I can tell you my stay would have been going better without you waking me up to ask about it! UGH. Can you tell I was itching to get out of there?
So Leto and I got released on Sunday morning. PHEW.
The first sibling meeting was actually pretty anticlimactic. Felix was a lot more interested in charging around the hospital room with Thomas the Tank Engine than in really meeting Leto. Even when he actually went and looked at the baby, it looked like he was mostly scoping for places to drive Thomas.
Finally. This (not so little) bun was over-cooking and my “you’re officially overdue” ultrasound estimated him at 9.5 pounds. So I got to go straight from the ultrasound to Labor & Delivery to be induced. Ten hours later, at 11:57 pm, Leto Dexter met the world at a comparatively normal 8lb 5oz.
Probably not.
Giles has been working on getting the backyard in shape. Hopefully we’ll have grass in the front and a vegetable garden in the back. He’s been putting in a lot of man-hours turning the soil and digging up some of the biggest weed roots I’ve ever seen. So far we’ve managed to get grass sprouting on one side… not so much on the other.
Felix loves the backyard. He mostly loves watering things, but Giles got him planting things too. He put the seedlings in the holes and then had to “tuck-tuck” them in with the dirt. Sadly, he wasn’t so great at not stepping on them afterwards. Oops.
