And we're home...

We are home safely, with our new son.  He was born in the early morning light, as the dawn's light shone through the window this past Sunday.

Here's some photos of the new man to share:



It's an interesting contrast, perhaps the kind of thing I noticed only because I'm a writer, or perhaps I'm just weird this way.  My older son was born in winter, at night after it was dark.  He's fair skinned, light hair and eyes.  My younger son is born in summer, in the early morning just after dawn.  He has black hair, seems to have a bit darker look to him, though it's too early to tell if he too will end up with light eyes or take after his parents and end up with dark eyes.  If these were characters in a novel, I'd be working this into some kind of thematic overtone.

I've been told that the extra work of having multiple children is not a simple matter of linear progression.  There are two realms of thought where this is concerned.  Those who believe the workload goes up in a geometric progression, and those who believe it goes up in a logarithmic progression.  I was never really all that good in math (that's why I dropped out of Calc IV) so I'm not sure what the difference would be in practical terms at this juncture.

Most importantly, we're all home and doing well.  There's a forecast of scattered sleep in the near future, but with some luck, perhaps that will settle down and work itself out.

And we're home...

We are home safely, with our new son.  He was born in the early morning light, as the dawn's light shone through the window this past Sunday.

Here's some photos of the new man to share:



It's an interesting contrast, perhaps the kind of thing I noticed only because I'm a writer, or perhaps I'm just weird this way.  My older son was born in winter, at night after it was dark.  He's fair skinned, light hair and eyes.  My younger son is born in summer, in the early morning just after dawn.  He has black hair, seems to have a bit darker look to him, though it's too early to tell if he too will end up with light eyes or take after his parents and end up with dark eyes.  If these were characters in a novel, I'd be working this into some kind of thematic overtone.

I've been told that the extra work of having multiple children is not a simple matter of linear progression.  There are two realms of thought where this is concerned.  Those who believe the workload goes up in a geometric progression, and those who believe it goes up in a logarithmic progression.  I was never really all that good in math (that's why I dropped out of Calc IV) so I'm not sure what the difference would be in practical terms at this juncture.

Most importantly, we're all home and doing well.  There's a forecast of scattered sleep in the near future, but with some luck, perhaps that will settle down and work itself out.