Welcome Jane!

She's here!

Born Aug. 23 at 1:53 PM after a relatively easy labor. 8 lbs. 9 oz. and almost 21 in. Brown hair, blue eyes. Skis for feet. Gorgeous.

Sorry for the time lag, we've been distracted.

Everything went fine (aside from one shaky-handed anesthesiologist who if there is any justice in the world will someday lose her brain cushion for about a day and half) and we're all doing well.

Our housemates (hereby known collectively as 'the Dudes' or 'dudestorm' -- apologies to Adam) and Jessie went above and beyond the call and were on Wren duty for about 48 hours solid. The Dudes are also proving remarkably adept at tiny baby care (which pretty much entails occasionally holding her, providing me with a steady stream of downloaded TV shows, and trying really hard not to be awkward about the whole milk-comes-from-breasts thing).

Wren is a dream of a big sister. Maybe not actually -helpful- but definitely not hindering in any way. She is very sad when Jane cries, and will come over and hold her hand and whisper to her. She's also having a blast with all her old baby gear and toys. Items she has wrapped in blankets and "put to sleep" today include:

- one eye-pillow
- one baby doll
- one red marker
- a small cordless alarm clock
- a tube of lanolin
- and finally, a stuffed frog

These all get a kiss on the head (or head equivalent) and a lovely rendition of either 'twinkle twinkle' or 'you are my sunshine' depending on Wren's mood.

In other news, I will never ever criticize my dad for getting me and my sister's names mixed up. I get the right name for the child about 70% of the time. We should have just gone with a numbering system like my grandmother.

Lazlo and the Wrennel are at the zoo right now, and Jane and I are chilling at home, watching some BSG. Although I think my BSG days are done, at least until these hormones don't make me cry and freak out about every tiny little thing. The Cylons! AH! Adama's face! Boo hoo hoo!

That's about all the news. We're well, and settling into being a family of four. We can talk about our kids now. Our girls. We feel incredibly, unbelievably blessed.

P.S.: Our blog is under maintenance right now, so this look is temporary.