Two-week-iversary

Hard to believe it's been two weeks since Puck/Sam made his debut. As other parents know, it feels alternately like two minutes and two decades. Either way, we toasted our boy at 2:40 this afternoon.


Sam feigned sleep for a while, but he was eyeing that Veuve the whole time.



We only left him alone for a minute, but I guess it doesn't take much champagne to put an eight-and-a-half-pounder down for the count.



We'll have to work on that tolerance before he gets to college.