Well, if you don't know by now you probably weren't meant to...or your phone's broke.
Here's Jenn, waiting for that merciful needle in her spine. This is the only sport where I'm very, very happy to play cheerleader.
There a whole lot more to this picture, but Coast Guard guidelines permanently etched in my brain and an unexpected sense of modesty helped me decide to crop this one down a bit. You're welcome Jack.
Jack and Mommy. She's finally getting a chance to sleep right now. Poor kid.
I hope he's got a great personality...that's all I got to say about that.
Finally a cute one. Looks a lot like his Momma there.
21.5 inches long.
They told me that they usually don't measure the head, but in our case, they couldn't resist.
Jack and Daddy. He's remarkably active, always looking around or kicking off his blanket. He's already holding his head up and the smart money says he'll be walking soon. Walking means talking and walking and talking means it's only a matter of time before Baby Jack goes for his first job interview.
And here's the video.
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