Sporting the burp rag

 Vaughn I am. Crazy Daddy is

Here is an update on our lives thus far. It has been 10 weeks since my little man was born. I love just sitting and watching him. Jake and I find it hilarious how we get so excited over the smallest things. For example I am sitting there on the couch watching him wiggle and all the sudden he will make a new sound. He keeps wiggling as if nothing happened and I am the one that gets all excited and mimics the noise back. Vaughn will just look at like I'm nuts. Or I get excited if he passes a good amount of gas. Really? Who gets excited about a few escaping gas bubbles or a poopy diaper? This Mom does.

So we were at church last week and Vaughn was being fussy at the end of 3rd block (not surprising we start at 2 and he slept through his 3 o'clock feeding) and I was roaming the halls when I was stopped by the librarian by her look of utter surprise. She was flabbergasted that I had a baby. I was taken aback as well. How could she not know? I was a blimp and not that hard to miss. I am thinking that the bishopric didn't announce it over the pulpit like they usually do. I'll let that slide since they had only be called the week prior to Vaughn's birth. Oh wells. : P