So recently, all of our neighbors have either moved or moved on. We have three sets of new neighbors, absolutely none of which we have gotten to know. At first they all seemed like fairly decent folks, but in the past week we have both noticed the ringing sounds of gunshots in our hood at all hours of the day. Sometimes single shots, sometimes it sounds like an all out gangland turf war. Come to find out at our first pediatric visit that this din is actually just our son making #2. When she heard it, the nurse just kept saying, "Oh God... Oh God..." She hadn't even smelled it! There's gotta be something said for a baby whose location when defecating is referred to as the epicenter, ground zero, or point of impact.
Nothing like getting the name out there with a little help from the local university bookstore. Guess I shouldn't say "little help". Even though the onesie size is listed as newborn, it's actually quite huge on him. Almost looks like he's wearing football pads.
I'm very happy with our son's name, especially compared to the other names Hilary came up with. Xavier Matthew Heffernan just sounds so much better than Cincinnati State Heffernan.
