Our son

Stinky Pete was born at 8:27 this morning to the tune of “Come Sail Away” by Styx (via the nurse’s iPod, on ’70s shuffle. I consider it a cosmic joke.). He weighs 8 pounds, 6 ounces and is 19.5 inches long.

Poppy stopped by earlier this evening to meet him. She gave him a few gentle pats and then explored the hospital room. She only pushed the nurses’ call button twice.

We’re both doing really well. He’s a champion eater, and when he’s not eating he’s a very quiet and sleepy little fella. He seems to be moving from his sleepy stage to his hungry stage right now; I’ll share more later!

More praise for Wilco

We’re in the car, listening to Wilco’s “Sky Blue Sky.” Usually we listen to “Shake It Off” or “Either Way” repeatedly, per Poppy’s request. This time, though, we make it all the way to “Hate It Here” without a request for “one more time” on her favorites. About halfway through the song, a little giggle erupts from the back of the van.

“I like this song, too!” my little music critic exclaims. “This is a great song!”

Pete's ETA

The countdown over in the sidebar seems to have created a little bit of confusion. Pete’s scheduled to arrive on Wednesday, Nov. 7, around 8am. Any photos that I share of him tomorrow would only be of my stomach. And that would be a big disappointment, I know.