There he is, baby Desmond, sleeping like an angel. He doesn't do too badly, considering he's barely a week old, and Ma and Pa are not yet stumbling around like sleep-depraved zombies.
Wouldn't you know it, the one time my hair does *exactly* what I want it to do, effortlessly, is the time I don't leave the house.
Desmond is working hard at being adorable, focusing his eyes, holding on to his pacifier with one had while its in his mouth and Smelly Big Poos. We are proud parents indeed!