If I didn't have a sense of humor, he'd be dead by now

Keep in mind I had his baby, drug-free*, a mere two and half weeks ago.

Me: Gianluca has outgrown his first outfit, so now I have a dilemma. Do I store any baby clothes as keepsakes or do I just get rid of them all?

Sam: We're gonna have another kid, right?

Me: Um. What?

Sam: We've got to have three.

Me: Well, neither of us got fixed, so it's still in the realm of possibility, I suppose.

Sam: I can't get fixed. I might want to have kids with my second wife.

*That's somewhat misleading. I did have Pitocin, which speeds up labor by making your contractions very strong very fast. I didn't have any pain-relieving drugs. That's just the kind of wonder-woman (idiot) I am.

Ten days ago

Gianluca came to hang out with us on September 3rd. He sleeps a lot, which can be normal for a newborn or a self-defense escapist mechanism. Hard to say.

How you know you're going to have a big baby

He simultaneously reaches for your hipbone and kicks you in the esophagus.

Dear Second Son, I'm Apologizing Already

We've finally named the kid. It was a lot like naming Paolo. We knew we were possibly doing a great disservice to our offspring, but we couldn't help ourselves. We're doing it again. Brace yourselves.

We are waiting for you, Gianluca.

OverHeard at Home

Your orange juice intake this pregnancy has been abominable. Our kid's probably going to have some horrible disease that you could have prevented, like citric fibrosis.

Okay, okay, let's play Simon Says again, Mama. This time you be Simon...and I'll be Says.