The post you've all been waiting for

It's a boy!

And after much deliberation and procrastination (and some nagging from the nurses), he finally has a name: Milo Edgardo.

Milo was born just after midnight on Tuesday, April 15th. He's lucky we didn't decide to name him HR Block. I won't go into details, but labor was long, but manageable. My contractions actually started a week earlier, and continued off and on for 5 sleepless nights. Milo got so low down that he completely blocked off my bladder and kidneys, resulting in some horrible pain towards the end. But the actual labor wasn't so bad.

And he's so totally worth it. Jorge and I both think that Milo's about one of the cutest babies we've seen in a long time. And we were both fully prepared to admit it if our kid ended up goofy-looking. Because, let's face it, there are a lot of genetic mishaps that could have occurred - his ears, my skinny lips, his neanderthal brow, my chipmunk cheeks. Instead, he managed to look unlike either of us, and has dimples of unknown origin. Everyone tells us how adorable he is, but we know that they have to say that, so we sent photos to Jorge's sister, who would not lie about such an important matter, for verification of his cuteness.

Still figuring out this whole motherhood thing, and expect to be doing so for, oh...ever. But I'm lucky that both Jorge and I don't have much in the way of responsibility of any kind. While I haven't slept much at night, when Milo is an eating machine, we both manage to catch up in the form of naps during the day so far.

With his proud auntie:

Still a bit small for "newborn" clothes, we thought he looked like a baby pope. That is, if the pope wore hats with monkeys on them (and why shouldn't he?).