Little Jude sleeps 20 hours a day, whines and squeeks several times an hour, poops about 4 times a day, and smiles (aka, stretching his face muscles) about 2 times a day. He's the cutest thing we've seen in a while. Rachel and I are constantly impressed with the little sweet spirit that we brought into this world. Last night at Chevy's (chain tex-mex restaurant), a waitress came over, told us her brief life story, and continued to recommend we have more kids, because "people who have cute kids usually only have one kid... and that's going to be really bad for America's future, if you know what I mean." (note, that is verbatim). Today at Costco, the 80-year old lady serving potato salad samples told us 1) that we shouldn't take Jude out so early in his life, 2) take care of your wife because she's no doubt in great pain, and 3) "back in my day child birth was a horrendous experience; we had to stay in the hospital for two weeks ... we used lots of ice packs." (again, that's verbatim).
We really do appreciate all of the suggestions. We may or may not use them. But at the very least they make good potential blog posts and topics of conversation.