Coming off of my night shift (hey, he's eating every 1.5 hours instead of 3, weee!!) I needed to set ol' Zane down somewhere for a few minutes and decided a sleeping mom is as good a place as any (what, me vindictive?). When I came back to retrieve him, they'd squiggled together into this pose and I just had to run down the hall to get the camera, manually focus, and quickly open the shade and snap a photo before they both woke up to throttle me.

Zane hit two milestones yesterday: 3 weeks old and gaining almost a pound in a week. He tipped the scales at 3.59 kilograms, which translates into 7.9 lbs for us stubborn metric-phobes. Mom is doing better, the jury is still out on Dad.