We're home

We got home yesterday at 3 p.m. and all is going well. Jack is liking the boob and we're settling in.

Didn't want to leave anyone hanging, thinking we were stayin' for 17 days or anything. Because we all know what fun times that is.

To tide you over, here's a picture of Jack right after he was born. Excuse the heroin addict scratches on his face. While I swore he had a knife en utero, he actually just had talon claw nails and he scratched the shit out of himself before we got some nail clippers from home.