I have been anxiously waiting to make this post for about 9 months, well 283 days to be exact. This over cooked bundle of joy is my son, so excuse me if I am a hair biased in this post. There is no super exciting tale of riding to the hospital in complete white out conditions or sweating buckets in a desert like heat. It was simple, we showed up at some ridiculous time for our ridiculously early appointment to meet the “little man” (our name for the big guy until we were able to share his name). We were bumped a few hours for more serious situations that arose. We weren’t overly bothered as it reminded us that our baby was doing good and that is why we could be bumped. Most importantly though it allowed me to go get some biscuits and gravy and we all know that is highly important. Back to the story that most people care about, 3 hours and 45 minutes after our scheduled time Tucker Jaxson was pulled from the warm confines known as mommies baby condo and was introduced to my wife and I. The nurse could have waited a few minutes to introduce us to him due to the fact the slime covered purple body of our little boy was very alarming to the woman behind the curtain. Needless to say all worked out well, well that is until night two where he decided to throw an all night eating session into the mix. We are now home and are starting the process of getting our oldest to warm up to having an attention stealing thief in the house.