i just hope he's not like the one i know...

cole is here: 7 lbs 13 oz of baby gilson-rosenthal. big gray eyes, my nose (poor thing) and a pouty lower lip that a model would kill for.

less than 48 hours ago there was no such person.

funny, but i really only have a year with this kid. i supose that means he'll never really know me except as this strange, inter-mittent adult figure of awesomeness. which i don't mind at all. same with addie really. she won't remember all those (goddamn) times i baby-sat her. she's not taking sharing parental attention too well i don't think, poor thing. lucky for me, the more they have to deal with the less i get bothered...

for the past two days, i spent about 12 hours in total sitting in a hospital with my eyes dividing their time between the baby and his mother. for the baby, i check to see that he hasn't disapeared every four seconds and that he hasn't stopped breathing every ten; with any facial expression i'm sent into five minutes of "awws." for jennifer, i stare at her open-mouthed. though i doubt she's showered or slept, i swore as i was sitting across from her that she, right then, was the most beautiful woman i have ever seen. if pregnant women glow, i have no fucking clue what she was doing, but it may have hurt my eyes.