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And finally, here he is leading us in a roaring chorus of Row row row your boat.
In other news, After 2 months of being here, I've finally received my employment authorization, and have now taken up a position as a graphic designer at a small publishing company nearby.
In order to get a California driver's licence, I have to retake the written and driving tests again. I passed the written test (one answer wrong out of 36 though,) and I have the driving test this Friday. That should be fun. One interesting thing is that there are online help tutorials in studying for the written exam, with pictures and multiple choice questions. This one was pretty funny...police assistance my heiney...there might be terrorists on the other side of the hill!
So that's it for now, time to face the barrage of phone calls saying 'more pictures of Sage...'







He's doing great, he looks like he's growing! He's making his first non-cry or fuss noises, he's holding eye contact for longer periods of time, and has really strong arms and legs.I can honestly say that this was the most amazing day of our lives. Amy woke up with several strong contractions in a row at about 1:30am. By 2:30 the contractions were having a sharp edge to them and the mucous plug which holds the baby in came out into the toilet...labour had begun. Her water then broke at 3:45.
It was a long morning as the baby was unfortunately positioned posterior in the womb (head down, but facing the wrong way for an easy birth). The result was a longer labour with much back pain. Finally, at 2:35pm, Amy felt the first urge to push and we got into bed, her on her hands and knees, pushing with every contraction. At 3:15 we could see the head with a little hand waving hello along side it, and at 3:21, the baby popped out into his father's hands. What an unbelievable moment that was. He immediately began coughing and within 20 seconds of being born let out a peircing cry to announce his arrival. For the longest time we both lay there in bed crying and laughing and looking at him.
He was born one and a half weeks earlier than his due date, and weighed 7 pounds, 13 ounces and measured 19.5 inches from head to foot.
He's healthy, active, nursing well, has 10 fingers and 10 toes, is unfortunately still working out mucous from his stomach, and loves attention, sleep, head rubs, and wearing clothes (you should hear how he cries when we change his diaper!)
His first name is one we really like, the meaning being 'a very wise man.' We had the hardest time coming up with his middle name, but finally decided on Patrick as it's a name we really like and is all Irish-like (you know us and our Irish thing).