Checking In

It's been a little while since I posted. Although there's been a fair amount of news to comment on, I haven't felt like commenting. I really don't wish to open up the can of worms in whoopass sauce that is the current Israel/Hamas situation. Being Jewish, I'm sure you can guess where I stand on that one, so I'll leave it at that. I will add that I don't always fully support the way Israel goes about dealing with these situations, but I don't have to go about my daily life wondering if my bus or the cafe I'm lunching in will blow up or if a Hamas rocket will come careening through my child's bedroom window in the middle of the night. Okay, so I kind of commented anyway. Sue me.

I was, however, tickled by this AP article this morning:

Minn. board expected to announce Al Franken winner

Do I think he'll be a good senator? No friggin' idea. Am I thrilled that he's winning simply because he's a democrat and will therefore increase the democratic majority in the senate? Sure. Besides, it's just a senate seat. It's not a real position of power like, say, mayor of Wasilla or some prestigious shit like that.

In familial news, things are chugging along chez Sincoff. Most days go fairly smoothly, though the baby does still have rough nights. He's changing so much day by day. His accidental smiles are now bigger and more frequent and less accidental. He doesn't scream bloody murder every time we change his diaper or outfit, just most times. He's acquired 3 different sounds that he employs often. One is a "monster sound," as I call it--sort of a growl. The second is a very piggy snort he makes when he gets all excited just before latching on or taking a bottle. The third is the cutest little high-pitched sigh I've ever heard. Sort of like "Hooo..." He makes that noise just before resting his head on my or his dad's chest and falling asleep. Can't wait to hear him laugh for the first time!

As if that's not enough, he turned 1 month old yesterday. Has it really been a month since he erupted from my uterus? Can't believe it. Here's a pic of my 1 month-old little devil after his bath yesterday.

I know I'm biased, but CHRIST!! Has there ever been a cuter kid? I think not.

Post-Partum Post

Just a quick update before Tobe and Daddy wake up.

The Man, The Myth, The Legend, Tobin Samuel Sincoff, has arrived! He was born at 4:47 pm on Thursday, December 4, 2008 weighing in at 6 lb 5 oz and measuring 18 1/2 inches. He is fantastically beautiful and healthy.

Ethan and I are exhausted, but overjoyed. My boys are napping on the couch as I type this (Tobe's in the Baby Hawk carrier strapped to Ethan's chest). I'm taking advantage of this break in the action for some "me time"--checking email and posting to the ol' blog.

The surgery went off w/o a hitch. I'm still a little sore, so utilizing my Percoset Rx, but feel great in general.

BFF Kayly is here to help (bless her heart). She made us a wonderful dinner tonight and saw me through my first sleep dep/hormonal imbalance shitfit. I felt soooooooooooooooo much better afterward.

I'm going to wake the little man up for pre-bed feeding in the hopes that he'll give Ethan and I at least 3 good hours of uninterrupted sleep. Keep your fingers crossed for us!

I'll leave you with a picture of Tobin emerging in all his purple, screaming glory and my favorite picture of our very first meeting. I'll post more pics when I'm well-rested enough that I remember to pull my underwear down before peeing. A crisis was narrowly averted, but it took me a sec to figure out why the seat wasn't cold.

Ooey gooey, fresh and jewy!!

So you're the little punk that's been pulverizing my innards for months...

OH! And congratulations to my friends Till and Sophie who both celebrated the births of beautiful baby girls on December 6th and 9th respectively. Discussions of arranged marriages and dowries are already in progress...