Monkey updates and bug moonshines.

He does sleep.  To my vague memory, more than his sister did in terms of hours in a row.  I don't want to jinx the pattern, but we are getting hours, plural, of rest at a time between night feedings. This is refreshing and we hope it persists.

He eats. Frequently, and quite a bit.  But well within the realm of normality.

He is in some ways the mirror image of his father.  He has the same sleepy half-smile, but it's on the other side of his face.  He has the same palm-line pattern (Matt calls it a simian crease but we disagree on the accuracy of that statement), but it's on the opposite hand.

He is in other ways vaguely reminiscent of his mother.  He does not like to be cold, and "cold" is achieved at temperatures that other humans consider "warm," say around 70 degrees. He is not difficult to soothe and seems fairly practical about basic functional matters.  ("Wet diaper gone? Dry one on? Well, that's over then. Done crying.")

His sister adores him.  Wants to touch him, stroke his hair, cover him with kisses, hold him, poke at him, and generally show all forms of love and affection as often as she is allowed near him, or until she wanders off to watch the Olympics.  She has not shown sign one of any kind of sibling jealousy yet, but rather displays a constant wonder about what he's doing and a deep pride that he is her brother, which makes her now a big sister.  She relishes the role.

In short, we thrive. It feels awesome, as in being full of awe, to be a foursome at last.