Open Late

Three nights, ten diapers, and dozens of baby wipes later, baby is finally home from the hospital. Wifey and I are taking sleeping shifts, as we are learning together what to do and not to do, and quickly discover that we probably don't need to be taking sleeping shifts.

He's an expressive sleeper... grimacing, yawning, and occasionally smiling. He'll wave his arms about, and scratched his own face a couple of times (which led to a mani - actually, a babyicure at 2 AM.) And he does this pirate thing where he opens up one eye only to glare at you. Here he is after feeding time, at 2:30 AM:

I hope I'm doing that in an hour or two...