Gavin is a good baby. As many of you know, one of our biggest fears about having a second was that we would have a tough kid. Liam made it so easy on us -- he was a good sleeper, didn't cry often, we could put him down awake and he'd fall asleep. We were afraid that we'd used up all of our good luck with him.
But so far Gavin is exactly the same.
He only wakes us up twice a night and then only to nurse, then he goes right back to sleep. He's awake for long stretches mid morning and later in the evening every day, but is content with whatever at those times: whether he's being held, hanging out in the swing, or working out on his tummy.
He's also a champion eater. When we left the hospital last Saturday, he was down to 7 pounds, 7 ounces. On Monday--a mere two days later--he was up to 7 pounds, 14 ounces and by Friday he was 8 pounds, 3 ounces.
Liam continues to make it easy for us. He loves his baby brother and has been pretty good about the new addition. He's a little more interested in cuddling with us than he ever has been before and he's definitely testing some limits, but nothing too serious.
Ok. Onto the pictures. I know that's why you're here. These are all from the hospital.
Liam seeing Gavin for the first time.
Kissing his baby brother.
Being born really takes it out of a guy.
The four of us.
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