The King of the Universe, the Artist formerly known as Smudge, is presently refusing to sleep unless held by a mommy, and refusing to settle down at all unless there is a mommy’s finger in his mouth.

So he’s sleeping on my chest at the moment, since I got to sleep a little earlier, and it’s Jill’s turn.

If this is disjointed, now you know why. But here are some additional pictures over the last day or two.

That’s our boy!

Happy Valentine’s Day, Mommy!

What do you mean we have to leave the hospital? At least I get to wear my Monkey Butt pants home.

Ok, mommy is exhausted again. We’re going to see if the King will sleep in such a way that lets me sleep too.

The birth story is coming. I promise.

Fruit & Veg Count, 2/14: I swear, I did really well in the hospital. I like cooked veggies, and it’s hard to screw those up, so I always had at least 1 per day, and twice I had 5. But today was too chaotic. The only thing I remember eating after breakfast was a nasty-ass hamburger. Wait! That’s not true. We had Chinese take-out and I had chicken with green beans. 3/4 cup green beans.