Our own Sunrise Service

I think my son is going to be very religious.  For Easter, he held his own sunrise service in our hotel room in Jackson, Tenn.  Not only did he keep me up all night so that I could see the sun rise, but he also limited my sleep to 1.5 hours.  Truth be told, I did a lot of praying that night.  In case you are wondering, 1.5 hours is his PR (Personal Record) for least amount of sleep.

(For those non-athletes, PR is commonly used in track & field, for when you beat your best times.  For example, my PR in the 400M is 60.06.  Not bad for a short, white girl.

Easter was very special for my family, not only because of our new son, but also because my sister has just returned safely from her military deployment in Iraq.  She was deployed through my entire pregnancy and this is the first time to meet JT.  They have been quickly making up for lost time.  She has her own "baby voice" to talk to JT.  She prefers a British nanny accent.  JT seems to like it. 

Speaking of PRs, JT has been setting many of his own lately.  He had his biggest poop ever about a week ago.  He also vomited about a half of a foot straight down my chest.  While I was gagging from the smell and laughing from the experience, I couldn't help but also beam with pride over his aim.  He has also outgrown his first clothes.  He blasted out of the newborn outfits like a green Hulk Hogan.

We are quickly geeting used to one another. Here is his first Easter pictures.