The Day the Show Got a Co-Host, Pt. 2

And the Co-Host has arrived! (To recap: born December 15th, at 5:35pm. 8lb.10oz. stretched across a 19.5in. frame.)

Mom still out of it as she is patched up.

Pointing Oxygen at Hudson (the mouthpiece flew across the room as they opened the sterile pack).

Book 'em.

Our younger son, the conehead. (A+ for effort for both mom and Hudson.)

Measure twice, cut once?

Holding on to Daddy.

Hanging out with Mommy, face to face for a change.

All three of us together. And yes, I was smiling under the mask.

The Day the Show Got a Co-Host, Pt. 1

This begins with an in depth retrospective of what the producers of the show were doing early in the day the show's co-host arrived.

Navigating the early morning traffic (with a laaaarge mug of coffee).

Flashing gang signs at each other.

Flashing gang signs at medical equipment.

Pointing to the sticker that Cooper had given Mommy for good luck the night before.

Acting out our favorite scenes from musicals.

Misunderstanding how to get beads at a Mardi Gras parade.

Prepping for a moon-shot. (I wish I could recall what was said that made me smile, because that was most certainly not a smiley moment.)