A Grand Debut.

I had a lot of expectations/assumptions about what recovery would be like after getting myself un-pregnant.  Pretty much NONE of them came to fruition.
I'm in more pain.  Duh. 
I'm a lot more tired than expected.
I get faint walking up the stairs.  Lame. 
I haven't been able to jump into mothering a brood of three.  All I've been able to jump into, is the never ending supply of food and chocolate in my house.  
So, my grand plans of staging a full on newborn shoot for Zore after a few days at home SO did not happen.  I've pieced together a small one, in three different days.  Today, armed with percocet, I managed to get some edited.

Merry Christmas - I bring you my third and final offspring.  Baby Holden Lee.
"Mom, that's the baby.  We should call him Toy."  Kenny.

Yes.  There are a lot of face shots...
It's hard to be original when stoned out of your brain.

*Heart melting*

Good way to get older brothers to laugh?
Have the baby poop.
Loudly.
For an extended amount of time.
Punctuate it with an "Ah poop"
Ala Minion style. 

Because I don't think I'll make it to the computer again in the next 24 hours, Merry Christmas.
From all of us.