Yep. He's a big boy, all right.
And he's already talking!
Okay. I exaggerate. He isn't actually talking -- that would be a miracle of sorts, wouldn't it! But he is babbling away, a soft sort of babble midway between a cooing sound and a murmur. The nurse said he's just complaining, but I know differently. He's checking out this new world of his, one quite removed from the world he knew inside his momma, and he's letting us know what he thinks of it.
"Wow! It sure is bright out here. And cold! Somebody better turn up the heat before my toes freeze! Oh, a nice warm blanket. That feels better. But where'd my swimming pool go? I liked floating around inside Mom. Hey! They're covering my fists with some white things! Rats! I can't chew on my fingers any more. Wait a minute -- I'm feeling a little wet down below. Somebody better change my diaper! And for heaven's sake, give me something to eat. All that work I went through getting born made me hungry!"