8lbs 8oz. Perfect baby. Perfect delivery. I'm so proud of my sister and that sweet little boy.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm on "MOM! I HAVE TO PUKE but instead of going to the bathroom to puke in the toilet like you always tell me to do, I'm going to run in your room and puke at your feet all over your carpet and then in my bed and then in the hallway" duty for the rest of the day (as I have been since 12:37 this morning).
But you all have a GREAT, puke at your feet-free day now, ya hear?!







Sounds like a very nummy day!