it's official...

jake was born. and i have the documents to prove it.

For the first time in 29 years (30 for Dave) our names appear on a birth certificate, compliments of the State of Pennsylvania. There is something mildly freakish about seeing the words Lora, Neely, and Arrowsmith printed on a piece of paper beside the words Mother's, Maiden, and Name.

Living life in two hour blocks has become more manageable. Hopefully the pediatrician will be happy with Jake's weight when we go back to the office next Wednesday, and I can feed him every three hours again. Or even two and a half, I'd be okay with that. Because I am the most anal retentive person on my street, I have come up with a well-written, detailed schedule outlining our day, taking into account all upcoming appointments, social outings, bottle feedings, baths (although because I'm a grown up, I will be taking a shower. Maybe.), housework, and errands. Jake seems to hardly care about what we do, as long as he eats.

And finally, to creep you out, it seems that there is some sort of beastie living in the area between the bedroom ceiling and our roof. I'm hoping it hasn't nested and is just there visiting. I'm assuming it is either a single mouse or perhaps a bird, but that may just be wishful thinking. With my luck, my hair is not the only rat's nest in the joint. Dave has a job to do.