Head Tale

(Man, it's going to be hard to get away from calling him Oscar! Also, thanks to everyone for the e-mails, blog comments, Facebook posts and even the occasional phone call!  It's going to take me a long time to catch up on the backlog (and I might never) but we do appreciate all of the kind words and wishes!  Also, more photos will likely be forthcoming eventually too.)

Anyhew, we went out the same way we went in to this weekend's adventure – with some complications.  This time, they were of the bureaucratic rather than the medical kind but in the end, we were able to get out of the hospital yesterday around 6pm (instead of late morning/early afternoon as we'd hoped.) 

Now, I will admit that I have been known to exaggerate for the purposes of the tale on this blog.  But I swear on a copy of “The Origin of the Species” that when I asked Pace what he thought of his new house, this was his exact reaction:

He has also discovered that he has lungs and they are fun to use…all night long.  (Pace and mother are sleeping right now – her from exhaustion, him to save us the energy to do it again tonight, I suspect.) 

How can something that little make that loud of a noise?  Anyone who picked “Heavy Metal Singer” as future career in our baby guess book is probably on the right track.