Tuesday night 11:00 PM. He's wonderful. He's gorgeous. He's the most beautiful baby ever. All red and wrinkly and tiny. His big brother (just turned three) thinks he's great and wants him to be awake so he can show Elliot the toys. His big sister (17 months) wants to look and smile at him all the time and dissolves into tears whenever Elliot cries.
Life is so wonderful!