So, remember all of those pics of Ryder asleep in the hospital? Well, I guess he was resting up for his first night at home. He wanted to stay up and party ALLLLLL night.
After a very nice welcome home visit from the Macalusos including a delivery of a HUGE lasagna (thank you again!), Gigi and I settled in for our first night with our son. We let him rest while we watched 24, then I let him lay on my chest for some tummy-time while Gigi got some sleep. Nothing compares to the feeling of him sleeping on me. Hearing and feeling him breathe, and smelling the top of his head are better than any of the best drugs (or so I've heard).
Tita's flight arrived from San Antonio right on time, and we proudly introduced her to her 2nd grandson. She was as giddy as a little girl at a Jonas Brothers show. For the record, that will be the last time the Jonas Brothers make a cameo on this blog.
She shared pics of Gigi as a baby and we had fun talking about what attributes he got from each of us; my cheeks, my nose, my hair, her eyes, her mouth, her hairy butt. Wait, scratch that. Reverse it.
Anyway, once we all decided to go to bed, we fed him and changed him then laid him in the bassinet at the foot of our bed. And that started the VERY fun game of "Wait til Dad lays down and then start crying" followed by the ever popular "Once Dad is up and on his way to pick you up, stop crying". Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. We MAYBE got an hour of sleep each.
It got pretty frustrating but every time we picked him up and looked at him, our hearts just about exploded and reminded us that we would (and likely will) put up with weeks and months without sleep to make sure he is happy.

In between crying fits, a moment of calm..