Ross Wyatt Tucci

After keeping you all in suspense, Ross and I have finally named the baby. During the last week and a half we have joked about nicknames like "Shooter" and "Squirt" for the baby's uncanny ability to poop, pee and spit up at the same time as soon as I take off his diaper. He has already launched poop up and out of the changing area and onto the carpet, and has peed into my closest. Maybe I should invest in a few more of those dry cleaner plastic bags...

In the meantime, we did discuss serious names and have decided on Ross Wyatt Tucci. I will call him Wyatt (so as not to be confused with Papa Ross), while Ross is still deciding what he wants to call him. Right now "son" and "little guy" are working just fine. This will make Wyatt the fourth generation Ross (at least) in the Tucci family- something his dad is really proud of.

My parents left yesterday afternoon making last night our first without any back-up. We had barely slept the night before with Wyatt up from 1-7 am and Ross was sweet enough to take the baby last night from 11 pm- 2 am to let me get a little rest. I'm repaying the favor right now with dad getting some sleep and Wyatt snoozing away with me. It's amazing how fast your body can adapt. I used to need 8-9 hours of sleep a night and now 3-4 feels like a gift that I can make last all day.

We have seen some big changes in Wyatt over the last couple of days. He is really beginning to track things with his eyes and for the first time we feel like he is really taking in his surrounds and especially us.

He has also gotten a lot stronger and is able to hold his head up for short periods of time. And since he loves to fight me every time I try to fasten a fresh diaper, I've been having to work even harder to keep those pesky legs down. He loves to lock his knees to his elbows and we think we may have a fighter on our hands.

Not to say that he doesn't exude the most loving qualities as well and is courteous enough to give us warning whimpers before any real wailing begins. He loves to be cuddled and bounced, rocked and nursed. I think he is really enjoying life on the outside and we couldn't be happier that he is here.