James was quite the surprising little fellow. Not only was he nearly born in the car on the way to the hospital, but the fact that James was James and not Kate (our name of choice had he actually been the girl we thought him to be) has also thrown us into a bit of a fluster of activity. The sea of pink dresses have been sorted through, in the hope that we will be able to return some of them. Meanwhile a new wave of blue clothing has been washing ashore since we first called our friends to let them know all about James' surprising plumbing. It started in the hospital, with bags after bags being brought by aunts, and grandmas, and friends, and co-workers. Since then the clothes have not stopped coming (well really they have, I mean they are not literally currently pouring in our windows, but there remain more offers for more gift and loaner clothes).
And then there have been the visitors. On Wednesday night, with James just a day old, he played host to a dozen friends and family members at one time. That was quite the full hospital room. Let's hear it for the family friendly orientation of Hoag that allowed us the joy of all that love, care, and support.
All three of us have been home since Thursday and have been working on getting some sort of routine down. Since tomorrow is his 1 week birthday, any sort of regular activity is good.
Work on the house is nearing completion, with really only the flooring to go, which is being held up by a later delivery of Pergo from Home Depot.
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