And thus begins the next chapter of my life:  at home.  After the hospital gave me my get-out-of-jail-free pass, Mom and Dad skirted me away to my new digs.  Isn't it funny how a car ride seems to take forever when you don't know where you're going?  As it turned out, my folks only live about two miles from the hospital!  Here's a shot of Mom carrying me around nonchalantly as if I were a loaf of bread:


Here it is:  my new home.  Note the house number - 402.  I found this to be really, really spooky, as this was the exact time I was born!


Actually, I was born at 7:35 - ain't I a rascal?  But hey, what's that thing floating just above the doorway?


Why, it's a bottle-shaped balloon bearing a message to my neighbors!  But what's up with the pronoun?  Shouldn't it be "He's a boy"?  I just looked up the word "it" in my Webster's and to be sure:  I am neither a "lifeless thing" nor a "plant" nor an "abstract entity."  Furthermore, I am not a "a person or animal whose gender is unknown" since, after all, I'm a boy.  I just got a shudder down my spine as I realize that these people, my folks, will be my primary educators.  At least until I am of school age.  Forget it - I'll teach myself!


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The first thing I noticed about my new home when compared to the hospital:
it sure is quiet.  Eerily so.  So quiet, in fact, that I could hardly concentrate or
hear myself think.  Unnerved by my new environment, I retreated into sleep in my new Pack 'n' Play:


One thing that has become increasingly clear with each passing day is the real reason my folks had me:  I am their real live kewpie doll to be used for indulging all of their dress-up fantasies.  To wit -

    

     


I guess there are worse things in the world than being a fashion plate.  On a more positive note, I'm happy to report that I have yet to miss a meal!  Sometimes my folks arrange for celebrity caretakers to drop by for a little one-on-one with yours truly, such as Aunt Amy (who is more related to me by temperament than by blood):


... and my Uncle Dean:


... and my Baba (pictured here without sidekick, Jaba):


Wait, is this another one of those "image shards"?  Why, yes, I think we have another Photo of the Month!  Scroll up and click on the tab for "Photo of the Month" to see the entire unedited image:




Establishing a relationship with my brother - Buster the cat - has not been easy.
At this point I would describe our relationship as an uneasy truce:


Here I am later at a family naming ceremony where I was appointed the new name,
He Who Swims with the Fishes:


Dad held my hand during the critical moment:


It's funny, one minute you're awake ... and the next moment, you're not:



Chip off the old block:


Let me stop and take a moment to thank all my family and friends for their support:



Sometimes the best moments are the simplest ones: