I don't believe it myself.
I am a bad father. No... I am a good father but a bad friend and reporter. I have not posted in a MONTH and a half.
Let me make up for it now. We have taken 550 pictures since Edwin was born, and here are 30 or so that seem to capture his essence. Sleeping, eating, getting held by people, happy, sad, angry, content, and emoting in an uncertain way. (See at the bottom of this post)
We took him to the baby doctor today. He measured 14.85 pounds and 25 inches. That exceeds the 95th percentile for pups his age. I am not saying that he's gonna be tall or fat or whatever, but that's where he stands now. You will be happy to hear that he is in generally good health. He has his issues, but he is trying to keep our anxiety levels down, which we appreciate. He took his shot like a man, and did not even cry. Sutton did not even cry either, which surprised her. I like shots, so I am not surprised that EG is a fan too.
Aside from Sutton's sore wrists (carpal tunnel, blackberry-thumb, or something) and my lard, we are in good health as well. While the house is a mess, we will clean up if we are expecting visitors (hint hint).
I hereby swear that I will update this more often, like 50 times a day, forever.
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