So this blog has been quiet. We moved. We didn't have internet. We had a baby. We got internet again.
You know. Big stuff.
But seriously. Life has been a little crazy, and somewhere in the middle of that crazy, baby three arrived. Specifically: on September 7 at 3:06am.
Roman John Rhodes
(Roman pronounced like a citizen of Rome., not roMAHN like the nurse at the pediatrician's office presumed. We're ethnically too uninteresting to manage that pronunciation.)
Anyhow. There he is. Nice and fresh and ruddy with weirdly dark hair which will probably go full tow after a year or so of peach fuzz. Or maybe he'll keep it, and then maybe he could make a go at roMAHN.
He was big.
Broke the family record by a pound and a half. Let's all pray along with my tailbone that he keeps that record.
First family photo:
The kids were pretty enamored with him.
Especially Lucy June. So we have about 500 versions of this photo:
I'm doing well. I'm trying to relax, but - as you instafriends already know - our first week was a little bumpy.
Birth story was hardly anything to write home about, but write it I shall...as soon as I have two hands to do it.
Little Ro is a pretty charming baby so far and a great sleeper. He felt like a stranger at first, but his slopey Rhodes eyes quickly melted my labor-weary heart.