Coming Home

Turns out there's more to life than the 11th floor of Yale New Haven Hospital, which was relieving to find out because I was getting tired of a few of those maternity ward nurses. But I hear my dad really enjoyed the rubber couch they let him sleep on (hey, there's my first-ever sarcastic comment).

It took longer than expected to get home. Despite the 55 mph on I-95, daddy insisted on driving 40 mph. Somebody tell him that the gas is on the right already. By the way, you would've thought mommy & daddy could've whipped out the camera to chronicle my first minutes at home. Nope! But cousin Sophie did. Daddy will post them when she sends them over. She's a great photographer.