This was my weekend.
I've decided, via process of eenie-meenie-miney-mo, that the one on the left is my favorite, and will be treated accordingly for the rest of her life. Good luck, other baby whatever-your-name-is.
I am now a dad of three, the first of my friends to have kids in the first place, the only of my group of friends to have three of them, and the only person I know who will have a vasectomy before he turns thirty. That last one is a pretty dubious distinction.
Okay, I'm done crowing. Hope all of your weekends were as productive, on some level or another, as mine*.
*lil pointed out yesterday- very gently and very subtly- that the phrasing of this post isn't the best in terms of credit-sharing. Come to think of it, saying "look what I made" after my wife gives birth is very much akin to squirting the first blob of paint onto a pallette (double entendre intended and immediately apologized for), watching somebody else paint the picture and then saying "look at this picture I painted!" Much more focus should be put on my wife, who bore the whole pregnancy and birth amazingly, and the babies, who, after all, just went through all the work of emerging into a much less comfortable situation than they're used to. Anyhow.