Yes, I'm aware that my son is two weeks old already and I've yet to put up a post about him. Harrison, it doesn't mean we don't love you, it just means Mom and Dad are busy and haven't been getting a lot of sleep and... well, your Dad's a slacker.
So where was I? Oh yeah, November 16th, we woke up early to head to the hospital to get the baby out of Mommy's belly. And what a belly it was.
We waited for the operating room, and boy was it a lot less stressful than last time. Harrison was out in a jiffy. No fuss, no muss. Unless muss is the same thing as mess, because he was actually a little bit messy.
So unlike hippy dippy Seattle, down here in the Greater Los Angeles area, they don't pull the baby out and then plop it down on the mother to let the natural child-rearing take its course. No, here they send the little away for tests and other health related things.
So all there is to do for Mom is wait. Luckily she had some really good company.
Even Antonio got to get up and head down to peek in the nursery at his new brother.
But finally, Deb got to officially meet Harrison Patrick Rodgers.
Believe it or not, she even let me hold him.
All the grandparents were in town, so everybody got to meet Harrison right away.
But you know the person who was the happiest to meet Harrison? Antonio. He loves his little brother. And he is already a great big brother.
In the end, Deb was great, Antonio was great, Harrison was great, I stayed out of the way, and we welcomed a new member of our family.
The boys have a lot going on in their lives, so there will be a lot to post about.
