98 turned 15 today. With a trip to P.F. Chang's and a red velvet Assassin's Creed III cake (what other flavor Assassin's Creed cake were you expecting?) quite literally under our belts and on or breath, birthday kisses have been duly exchanged. Now we just wait for 9:17 pm when, if I'm not asleep (a 50/50 chance at the moment) he'll get a birthmoment kiss. I was so confused when the nurse told me 98 was born at 9:17 pm. I thought it was his weight, and my brain knew something was wrong with that, but just couldn't figure out what it was ... other than the whole NINE pounds? SEVENTEEN ounces? Who even new there was such a thing? (For the record, 98 was a much more thoughtful 7 pounds, 13 ounces. And bullet-shaped. Labor was about 14 minutes and one push.)
Of course I posted a baby pic or two on Facebook this morning (Don't. Tell. 98.) and found some souvenirs in the closet, to boot.
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| Washing machine's shrinking stuff again, Mom |
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| Swag |
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