It's 11:30pm on Christmas night...

And Wyatt has chosen tonight to be his first scratch that worst night for fighting his bedtime. Lizzy and I (mostly Lizzy) have been trying to put this wonderful boy to bed since 8pm. But he's still up, he's still crying and we're slowly going INSANE!!

What is going on? Did anyone else out there go through this? What's the secret??? Where are we going wrong?

PS. Merry Christmas!

Our little man is growing up!

This week has been quite a week for WVL. He has had a few big milestones that had Lizzy and I dancing around the house with joy.

First he was able to put himself to sleep. Yes I know we probably should've done this sooner but hey, we did it! And he slept for 9 hours when he did!

Then yesterday, he rolled over for the first, and second time!!!! Lizzy got it on video which is awesome! Two weeks ago I wondered if he was able to successfully hold himself up during tummy time and now he's rolling over. Time goes by so fast!

Wyatt has also discovered the joy of grabbing his feet. I mean who doesn't right?

Happy 4 month birthday Wyatt!

December 4th was Wyatt's 4 month birthday! Time has flown by but it has been a wonderful ride! I cannot wait to see what the next 4 months will bring!

I mean...how can you not love this boy?!?!?

Wyatt's first Thanksgiving

We just celebrated Wyatt's first Thanksgiving and it was great! We were able to share it with both sets of Grandparents in Bandera, TX.  My parents flew in from Miami and stayed with us for 12 days enjoying tons of time with their grandson.

On turkey day, in addition to both sets of grandparents, Lizzy's sister flew in from Seattle, her aunt and grandmother (Wyatt's great-grandmother) drove up from Eagle Pass and Lizzy's aunt, uncle and cousin also flew in from around the country.

It was quite the event.

Has it been 3 months already???

I can't believe it has been 3 months since our little man has graced us with his presence. Since my last update 4 weeks ago, much has happened...

Wyatt was diagnosed with Neutropenia (more on that in a second), he is smiling all the time and is telling us all about his day using wonderful sounds, and is now 11 pounds! Champion eater like his daddy!!

For those of us that aren't familiar with neutropenia, it's a condition where newborns don't produce enough of a particular type of white blood cells in order to fight infection. So what that meant for Wyatt, was that we couldn't give him his needed vaccinations until we saw a specialist who had to draw blood from a vein, and give us the ok. I'm not sure which was worse, the worry of finding out his results or watching a crappy nurse fail miserably trying to draw blood from his little arm.

I'm happy to say that after visiting an endocrinologist, the test results showed that he was healthy and able to get his vaccines.

As he continues to grow, Lizzy and I are able to see a new emotion, reaction or expression almost daily.

Happy 8 week birthday Wyatt!

It is 8 weeks since being blessed with little Wyatt. And everyday is better than the last.

We love you Wyatt!

I feel defeated

For whatever reason, Wyatt hasn't wanted much to do with dad the past couple of nights. No matter how hard I try, or what I do, all he does when he is with me is cry. And I'm not talking about a subtle cry...I'm talking top of his lungs first real tears cry.

It is demoralizing. It breaks my heart because I feel as if he has almost forgotten who I am since I have to go work everyday. It's almost as if I have to remind him each night when I get home who I am.

So frustrating.

Dealing with reflux. Not for the faint of heart

Can you believe Wyatt is over six weeks old already? Man, time flies. And while he continues to grow, so does his appetite.  Which is FANTASTIC, but has also introduced reflux into the mix.

For the first few weeks, we were coasting when it came to feeding him. The routine was simple. Wake him up, feed, burp, back to bed. But at about four weeks, we noticed he started to get a bit more fussy after eating, he would start to wake up more often, and at times, he would even wrestle around while eating on mommy's chest.

Turns out, as he established a larger appetite, reflux has begun to set in. And let me tell you, a child who is uncomfortable with reflux is NOT ideal. Symptoms ranging from restlessness to gagging make every feeding an adventure. Luckily for me, I live with a woman who does more research than the Elias sports bureau. So with some solid tips, we have gotten the reflux under control:

Preparation for putting him down after a feeding

We discovered that sleeping at an angle really helps. By simply placing a towel under one end of the side sleeper, it helped him digest much easier. We read that about a 30 degree angle is ideal, but you can tell when you have turned it from a craftmatic adjustable bed angle to a beach chair.  

While feeding

Lizzy has figured out how to hold him so he is angled down a bit while eating which has also helped. When I feed him from a bottle, I try to sit him up as much as possible. It isn't easy since he is still strengthening those neck muscles but we are getting better daily.

After a feeding (or even switching boobs sometimes)

Burping him REALLY does help. Being an efficient eater does not necessarily eliminate the ability to trap air and by taking that extra two minutes to make sure he burps is like a mini miracle.

In addition to burping, we've found that keeping him upright for about ten to twenty minutes really helps. After that, he goes right to sleep.

I thought this parenting stuff was supposed to be easy.

Wyatt, meet your bottle, given by dad

This week was a milestone for us in terms of feedings. Wyatt was finally introduced to a bottle. While that may not seem like that big of a deal, anyone who is a parent knows that it isn't as simple as just putting some milk in a bottle and voila! And besides that fact, since we introduced the bottle, Wyatt has been much more responsive to a pacifier. We can now calm him down with a pacifier versus always having to feel like we are on Bourbon Street and that beads should be flying toward Lizzy.

Getting back to the original subject matter, there were a ton of factors that went into said bottle. The brand, the nipple, the amount of milk, and of course, how much do you warm it up???

One wildcard in this whole thing was the fact Lizzy couldn't or shouldn't be around for the first couple of bottle feedings. It was emphasized everywhere we looked that Wyatt's ability to smell Lizzy from as far as 40 feet away can disrupt the bottle introduction and potentially discourage him from eating all together.

No pressure Daddy!

For the trial run, Lizzy and I decided I would take Wyatt downstairs away from any possibility of interruption. We also decided it would be at 3am.  Hah. So to summarize, we decided it would be better to have Daddy, (instead of mommy who always feeds him obviously) in zombie mode of a 3am feeding, take him downstairs in the dark, and attempt to feed from a bottle for the very first time.

It worked. :) He ate up all 4 ounces and was content.  Phew.  He did have to be burped more than when he is fed by Lizzy, and finding the correct position was tough too, but overall, there was success.

As far as equipment went, we ended up using Dr. Browns bottles and so far, it has worked. 

The stressful part has been figuring out which nipple to use. How do you know what the correct amount of flowage (probably not a word) should be coming through the nipple? It has to be enough that he doesn't get tired when sucking, but not too much that he begins to gag. After a few messy attempts to figure it out, it turns out that he is still small enough that he is using the newborn nipple. 

We also bought a bottle warmer so we aren't microwaving the milk. That part is important since we are using pumped milk. Lizzy did some research and discovered that by microwaving pumped milk, it can break down the nutrients and actually affect the overall purity of the milk. 

As far as amount, it obviously varies by child, but in our case, since Wyatt was a preemie, and weighs about 6.5lbs, we give him between 3 and 4 ounces per feeding right now.  I think we are gonna have to up the ante really soon.

One other detail I can't overlook is the fact that feeding with a bottle has allowed Lizzy to be re-introduced to the world without having to worry about being around in time to feed the little guy. This has really relieved some stress on what/when/where either of us was headed during the day.  

As we continue our adventure, we learn something new every day. I can see why parents become more more laid back with baby number 2 and moving forward. You deal with most of the trials and tribulations with the first child, so any subsequent child is just muscle memory.

Today's captured moment

Happy 1 month birthday!!

Happy Birthday Wyatt!

We made it. Phew.

One whole month of joy with WVL. After getting past that first week hump, Wyatt has been healthy as can be, gaining over a pound in the past two weeks. He has ballooned to a whopping 6.5lbs and we can't be happier.

It's remarkable how much he has changed each day. I feel as if a new light switch gets flipped on and we get to have front row seats as he discovers new pieces of himself and the world. It was amazing to see the first time he was able to track my movement with his eyes. I held him in my arms out in front for a good ten minutes and just moved my head from side to side in order to watch him follow me. It was awesome.

We have also started laying him on a play mat with the hanging mobile, which he has now discovered makes noise when he swipes at it with his hands. Tummy time is also going pretty well. His neck is really strong. I'm sure every parent says that, but this boy loves to just lift his head and try to keep it up as long as possible. Awesome.

I think it's a matter of days before Wyatt gives us a full smile (while awake) and I cannot wait!

Happy Birthday Wyatt! I can't wait for the next big thing.

OMG where did the last 3 weeks go???

Wyatt is 23 days old today and I have NO idea where the time has gone... Each day we see more character and emotion out of our little man, but I swear, I can barely recall what it was like in the hospital before we brought him home!

So much has happened that I need to just list it out...

Week 1 - WVL is born and 5lb 9oz and goes home after 48 hours. He drops weight down to 5lb 2oz causing a bit of concern on our part. But after visiting the lactation consultant and supplementing his feedings with a syringe, at 1 week, he is up to 5lb 4 oz.



Week 2 - Weight gain continues and weighs in at 5lb 8oz at 12 days old. We are also able to stop supplemental feedings as Lizzy is producing plenty of supply!



At his two week checkup (16 days) he is up to 5lb 10oz! With the weight improvement, so does his crying ability as he is now very vocal :)

Week 3 - The third week brings the first visit from Abuela Tita and Abuelo Tito all the way from sunny South Florida. They did not put down their grandchild the entire time here.  WVL is growing and has now officially started wearing newborn clothes! Preemie outfits no longer fit.



I can't wait to see what is next!

More coming soon including a guest post from mommy herself soon!

Shopping for a #preemie

You know...preemies are neglected by the big stores like Buy Buy Baby and Babies R Us.

Lizzy and I were expecting Wyatt to be around nine pounds since I was 10-2 and Lizzy was 8-2. Needless to say we had no clothes for Wyatt when we came home. So it was my job to go on the search for preemie clothes small enough to fit a five and a half pound baby boy.

What an EPIC FAIL by the big shops.

I went all around town trying to find a simple long sleeve onesie for Wyatt to wear. I couldn't find more than one half-ass rack of preemie gear in either of the big named stores. Oh, I also tried #Target. No luck there either.

I had to buy a pack of simple white cotton onesies. No cute animals or cars or dinosaur patterns. Apparently, preemie clothing is not ordered as often as the other sizes.

Total Bullsh!t.

I can't imagine there isn't a gigantic market for preemie clothing. It just isn't a priority for the big stores.

Well, I am going to have to try and find an alternative place to shop. Even if it will be too late for me, I want the next family to be prepared and have options like the big babies do.

Suggestions are welcome.

Oh btw most cribs, rockers, etc. do not tell you whether a preemie is too small to be used by preemies. Most labels say newborns and up. I think they should mandate a smallest size label on those things. I had to hope the rock and play would work. And when I called their consumer help line at 1:30pm on a Saturday, they were closed til Monday. Way to go #fisher-price.

Struggles of feeding a preemie

Wyatt joined the world at 36 weeks which is technically a preemie. Now besides the fact he is tiny considering the doctor predicted a 9 pound baby, Wyatt is perfectly healthy.

We have had a small obstacle when it comes to feeding him because of his size and the fact his jaw muscles did not have the power yet to handle the time that is needed to fully breast feed. Lizzy was producing the milk, he just tired out too soon before getting sufficient nutrition.

We eventually saw a lactation consultant (who I would absolutely recommend) who told us that until Wyatt gains a bit more weight, we have to supplement the breast feeding with more breast milk using a syringe.

Man is that hard to do. It feels like you are forcing food down his throat when in reality, it's just trying to assure he doesn't lose too many ounces from his birth weight. But at the end of the day, it's for the good of him and his health.

As of this morning, we have been supplementing each feeding with anywhere between 5-15cc of breast milk and you can absolutely tell he is getting heavier. It is such a relief and joy to both of us knowing he is growing!

He even grew out of his first pair of socks this weekend!!!

Week 1 in the books

It has been a week since little Wyatt has joined us in this world and I can't be happier! He shows Lizzy and I his personality everyday and just how much character he has.

His expressions have begun to expand and he have us a HUGE smile in his sleep today. It was amazing. I cannot wait for him to realize he knows how to smile so he can continuously smile at us all day.

I mean...how can you not melt with that look?

That helpless feeling...

Guys, it's inebidable that with a newborn there will be a night where you don't sleep. Scratch that, nobody sleeps because your baby cannot stop crying. Whether you sing, carry, rock or lay him/her down, nothing works but mom's teet.

It is such a helpless feeling.

Not because the baby won't stop crying, but more because you know as a man, you do not genetically contain the ability to give your child the only thing he wants. And to top it off, you cannot yet use words to figure out what exactly is causing the baby to cry hysterically.

Last night was that night for us. We took for granted that the night before he slept like a baby. Lizzy and I were rested, alert and ready to take on the world. BIG mistake. Wyatt was just preparing his surprise attack as he dropped the insomnia bomb on us.

I tried every trick i had in my arsenal to counter the crying baby but nothing worked. The only thing I was able to do to get him to stop crying was pass him onto Lizzy and have him latch on. It was so frustrating for me because as I looked into Lizzy's eyes, all I could see was defeat and a woman who was sleep deprived to the point of no return.

That hurt.

Current Parents, you know what I'm talking about. Expecting parents, get ready! It's gonna be a bumpy ride.

I will say this...It is all worth it when you see your child stare back at you like this guy did in this picture.

Welcome Wyatt!

So it's August 4th 2012 and Wyatt has decided to join us almost 4 weeks early! I cannot even begin to describe what the experience of birth is like, so I won't. Let it suffice to say that it is surreal. Holding my boy for the first time was something I will never forget.

I thought I knew what to expect when I read about the process and by hearing accounts from other new moms (Lizzy has a great group of friends with small children) but NO WAY does it prepare you for the actual event.

The first 72 hours were nothing but a blur and although I tried to absorb everything I could, I know I missed something. I have nothing but excitement for what is coming soon and way down the road!

Welcome to the world Papo!

Nesting? Me? TRUE STORY!

I've been told that the 40 weeks of a pregnancy feels like it is a second in time.

Well not for this guy... I have found a way to continuously start large projects that under normal circumstances I would not even think of trying to complete by myself.  First it was installing wood floors. Then I decided we needed to change the lighting in the kitchen from fluorescent lighting to recessed lights. Oh, and I also decided to install an above ground irrigation system for the plant beds in the backyard.

Not once did I consider it my version of so called "nesting". In all honesty, I hadn't even heard the term until Lizzy called me out on it. In retrospect, IT IS ABSOLUTELY TRUE! I was doing anything in my power to pass the time and not focus on the fact that I/We are about to be parents!

We are on week number 36 now, and after all of my projects that I've completed, I have not started any new ones, and am starting to freak out a bit!

I guess it is time to install those gutters and pour that concrete slab this weekend...

32 week update

Lizzy and I anxiously visited the doctor this morning for the first time since she was diagnosed with gestational diabetes. I am happy to report that both mother and baby are progressing nicely! There are no concerns in regards to size or health for both!

We were worried because the last time we went to the doctor, the baby had doubled in size. Wyatt is now growing at a much more steady pace and has grown to a healthy 4lbs 2oz.

 He is going to have some chubby cheeks when he is born as you can see from the picture below!

Wanted: Male-worthy diaper bag

Today was Lizzy's baby shower in Austin and one of the gifts was a diaper dude messenger bag. I chose this one when we first did our registry so I am glad it was given to us, but I have a general question.

Is it really needed? I have heard mixed reviews about whether an actual diaper dude-type bag is needed, or if you can get away with a regular laptop messenger bag and just keep the needed supplies in there.

Here is my bag:

Dads? Moms? Can you give me your opinions on the subject? Maybe recommend a brand and/or product? Am I good with my diaper dude messenger?

She has gestational diabetes. Now what?

For those of you who have not had a child yet or are unfamiliar with the timeline of a pregnancy, at 28 weeks, all preggos need to take a glucose test which checks the blood sugar level of the mom and whether or not she has developed gestational diabetes. Turns out that in our case, Lizzy is one of those cases.

Initially hearing that diagnosis is scary. More so because of what it can do to both the mom and the baby. Mom can have complications during birth and worse, she has a 50/50 chance of developing type 2 diabetes later in life. The baby can grow to be larger than a typical newborn (in our case a 9lb baby is being predicted!) and if not cared for, the baby can be born hypoglycemic and need to be given shots and medicine right after being born. Scary stuff!

Once we knew she had gestational diabetes, we immediately went to an endocrinologist in order to figure out what to do in order to keep it under control. And this is where I say that Lizzy isn't the only one who is dealing with it. The number 1 thing we have to watch is the amount of carbs we eat with each meal. So our diet is now a bit altered which means our meals are different which means visits to the grocery store are no longer a free for all!

I think its important to note that Lizzy and I are not unhealthy eaters in general. We are actually pretty good about eating well. We just like our desserts. We love to indulge in a few oreos and a glass of milk whenever we have them...But not anymore. Let me rephrase that. Not right now until after the pregnancy is done and we know the diabetes have gone away :)

Obviously sweets is one thing we have to cut out. but some other things you take for granted are foods like bread. Yes bread. Lizzy cannot have more than 2 slices of bread with any meal because it causes her blood sugar level to shoot through the roof. No more fruit juices either. OJ, Apple juice, etc. all gone for now. And the worst of all?!?!?! Ice cream. Ice cream with flavor that is. Because lets be honest, sugar free ice cream is NOT real ice cream. No offense to those who have to eat it.


I love to indulge in almost every single food that is on the "do not eat list" but this is something we have to do together. It's not to say I don't sneak the occasional piece of chocolate, I just don't do it with Lizzy in the room. Most of the time. :)

Diet isn't the only thing we have to watch. Obviously with high blood sugar, it has to be monitored. So Lizzy is forced to check that 5x a day and that means 5 pricks in the fingers. I know I am not getting stuck with a needle so I can't directly relate, but I do my best to remind her of when she has to, so we don't have to progress to a more serious case where she would need insulin. Just another example of something the woman goes through that a man never can. We are just casual observers who can either support their partners, or ignore them.

Motherhood is definitely the hardest job in the world.

Cup it like a "C"

Last night Lizzy and I attended a "lactation education class (breastfeeding 101)". To begin with, as if a class on breasts and sucking wasn't awkward enough, the instructor decided to hold the class in the middle of the lobby where anyone who was headed to the labor and delivery area had to walk through to get there. So of course, while we and 16 other couples watched a video on proper technique to latching on, a few teenagers passed through uncomfortably on their way to the waiting area.

I must say, I learned a lot from the class. Probably a little too much as a matter of fact. Who knew there was such skill and technique to getting your baby to suck on a teet??? I thought it was simply point the baby's mouth in the direction and let it suck away. But no. The angle of the body, the position of the mouth, what area of the nipple and aureola the baby puts in its mouth all matter for a "positive" feeding experience.

Every day that passes and every class we attend, I gain more and more respect for the mother and what she goes through with a pregnancy. MEN...WE HAVE IT EASY. I mean, we can't or shouldn't even help with feeding until after two weeks! Which means all we do is wake up, pass the baby over, and pass out again! I can do that!

I'm glad we attended the class because I can be a great armchair QB by pointing out the small details that may be incorrect about how Wyatt is latching on. I am SURE Lizzy is going to appreciate every piece of advice I give in that regard... But in all seriousness, I do want Lizzy to be as comfortable as possible so she can relax, and so Wyatt can be well nourished with each feeding.

The next step...picking a breast pump! All recommendations are welcome! Medela seems to be in the lead at the moment. But do we need a hospital grade? or is the home version good enough? Double or single breast at a time?

Decisions decisions...

Adventures in pediatrics

When Lizzy and I attended the "necessary" birthing class, it felt like information overload. Mainly because we decided to knock it out by spending a Saturday in a marathon class versus attending several shorter sessions over a couple of weeks.

While most people tell you horror stories about the images and videos no man should ever watch, I actually didn't think it was bad at all. In fact, I thought it was immensely helpful and allowed me to ask those obvious but not necessarily top of mind questions related to the birth, and the first few weeks after meeting baby Wyatt.

In regards to the title of this post, one area of need that was mentioned several times was finding a pediatrician. In theory, this should be simple. Yelp a bunch of local pediatricians, find one with the best reviews (who is taking new patients) and call it a day. But this is my child. No way I leave this to chance related to some Yelp review.

Oh and by the way...we can't leave the hospital until we have chosen one.

Instead, I did what any logical person would do...asked my friends on Facebook! I didn't ask WHO I should see, but rather what I should be looking for when choosing a pediatrician. Of course everyone with a child had a response and each and every one thinks their doctor is "the best". Mind you, half of them haven't even realized we no longer live in South Florida, but hey, maybe we can fly over there on the second day out of the hospital?!

The positive is that my friends were able to help me make a list of priorities and what exactly to look for when choosing one. Here is the list, in no particular order:

• What are the office hours? Do they have weekend hours or do you have to go to the ER?
• Who is available after hours? Is somebody from the practice always on call?
• Can you see a different physician in the practice if your primary is out of the office?
• Do you like all the doctors in the practice? 

BTW... we are interviewing a few practices we have identified in the area and will pick the one who we feel most comfortable with by early August.

Junior isn't here yet, but he already has influence

Thanks to the family addition, Lizzy and I decided to make some home improvements. And since I'm the dad, I took it upon myself to try and do them all myself :)  That doesn't necessarily mean I KNOW how to do them, but I am gonna try as hard as possible before hiring a handyman to help.

Project #1 was revamping a closet in the baby's room, which was easy enough in theory...the problem was it expanded from just the closet to then removing all the carpet in the room and adding laminate wood flooring to match the rest of the upstairs. Let's just say it was slight learning curve. But mission accomplished! check out the progress and the final results of my first handyman project!

The mystery of a registry

When we reached 20 weeks, it came time to prepare the house for the arrival of our little guy, and Lizzy's friends began preparation for two baby showers. One in Miami with my side of the family, and one here in Austin. I fully respect the prep work that goes into preparing for a shower after hearing the details about what went into the Miami shower from my mother, but from the perspective of the guests of honor, we had little to do except the dreaded registry.

Obviously we are no strangers to registries since we did one for our wedding but this was completely different beast. Wedding registries are easy. Put some china, sheets, a set of cooking knives for me, and some pots on there and call it a day.

But a baby registry? Now this is tough. There are so many things that the stores claim are "essential" for your child. A crib, a bassinet, a side sleeper, a vibrating bunny chair, and on and on and on.  Do you really need a high chair for a child that won't need it for about a year? How about a pack-n-play AND a bassinet? Are they the same thing or interchangeable? How can you predict what the baby will like before he's even born? Truth is, you cannot possibly know. What's worse, if you ask ten couples, you will get ten different lists of essential gear.

At the end of the day we ended up putting a bunch of stuff on the registry and decided that we will sift through the mess after the showers are complete. I know one thing for sure though... We can't leave the hospital without something for the baby to wear, and a car seat to get him home.  Everything else is optional... for the first day. 

It's a boy! YES!!

So in all honesty I had no preference as to boy or girl, but the story behind it is why there was excitement in finding out.

During our visit with the sonographer, she claimed that you can tell up to an 80% accuracy based on the bone structure of the pelvic area. At 12 weeks and 5 days old, I was a bit skeptical to say the least considering. Either way, we let her give us her educated guess and you guessed it, she said girl.

So after her prediction, for the next 4 weeks Lizzy and I went around telling family and friends that we thought it was going to be a girl. My mother, excited for her first grandchild, even began buying clothing for baby girls. Hah! I was preparing mentally for the rest of my life and how I was going to handle things like her becoming a woman, boyfriends, and other things that I thought for sure were related to karma and all the stupid stuff I had done in the past. And I was ok with that.

When we finally went back for the "confirmation" sonogram, it was a family event. Along with Lizzy and myself, both my mother and father-in-law joined us for the sonogram. It was a packed house and we were all there prepared to receive confirmation that yes, it was a girl...Oh how the mood began to shift when the nurse began to hesitate and eventually said "I can't tell you with certainty. We are going to have to wait for the Doctor."  My heart was beginning to race as now I didn't know what to expect again!

Before the doctor entered the room, we put on some classic salsa music to get the baby moving, and it worked! Immediately after the doctor put the machine on Lizzy's belly, it was confirmed! BOY! I accidentally let out a small yell with excitement. What can I say? As a dad, you always hope to have the older brother to help you take care of the little girl who ends up being daddy's little girl in the long run.

I would have been more than excited either way, but now that we know it's a boy, the preparation for the room can begin. And my mom had to go exchange a bunch of stuff too.

It's going to be a long 40 weeks!

How do people stay sane and patient during a pregnancy??? With every passing day, a new piece of excitement enters me as the anticipation of our baby grows.

The craziest moment had to be after the first sonogram! I mean, how cool is it to see that little jelly bean and listening to the heartbeat?! Just knowing that my $h!t works is beyond me. But the second I actually saw that baby on screen, my ENTIRE perspective on life changed. No more meaningless spending and partying. Now it's time to consider 3 parties instead of just my wife and I.

I know I am 31 years old, but the first sonogram is the moment I really grew up. So, meet baby L.