Brother From Another Mother

Before Brady was born, we were asked often how we thought Seven would adjust to having a baby in the house.  With his mellow disposition and the fact that Seven pretty much doesn't care about anything other than food, walks, and trips to the park, we didn't think it would be a problem.  Happily, Seven is adjusting like a champ.  He is gracefully tolerating the fact that his walks and dog park trips have dwindled considerably for the time being.  He occasionally regards Brady with mild interest and likes to give him a good licking if we let him, but other than that Seven seems unfazed by the changes around here.  It probably helps that my mom has been in town for two weeks and she always makes sure Seven gets extra love (and the last bite of whatever she's eating).  Here he is, hovering around the kitchen doorway, hoping Grandma will notice that he's starving.

Welcome Wagon

When we moved into our new house a year ago, we had no idea how lucky we were - we have some of the best neighbors in the world.  Everyone on the block has been so excited for Brady's arrival.  From the shower they threw for us in August to the home cooked dinners they've delivered since his birth, everyone has made us feel like we hit the lottery by moving here!  This neighbor-made welcome sign was the first thing we saw when we arrived home from the hospital - Brady very much appreciated that it was designed using Bronco colors.  He's been a big fan since birth.

They Say It's Your Birthday

We were thrilled to welcome Brady Lleyton Young on Sunday, October 3rd at 5:02am.  He apparently likes to make a grand entrance because he was a week late and started the process on Thursday, September 30th.   Because labor took so long and my epidural only worked on the right side of my body, leading the doctors to offer me alternative sleep aids/painkillers, Brady was born with what I can only assume was a wicked Ambien/Stadol/Fentanyl hangover, though he showed no signs of it.  At birth, Brady weighed in at 9 lbs, 8 oz and was 22 inches long, proving that my recurring nightmare wherein I gave birth to a giant was not totally unfounded. 

Welcome to the world, sweet boy!