Well, he came.
Baby Boy Dunroe #2. At 11:40'something pm on January 20th. 6 pounds, 8 ounces. 19 1/2 inches long.
I tested Jess' name of choice. "Luke"...
In my Darth Vader voice. (Complete with "audible labored breathing through a black mask" sound effect.)
"Luke...I am your father." The little guy scrunched up his face, and gave what appeared to be his best "severed hand, clinging to an overhanging railing, Mark Hamill" impression and yelled, "Nooooooooooooo!"
It was a little creepy.
You remember the scene in The Empire Strikes Back. When millions of women across the country simultaneously decided Mark Hamill was more bizarre than cute.
It was just like that.
So the name "Luke" may be out.
At any rate, here are some pictures.
And now for the male bonding....
At first it seems like he was just tired....Or hungry.
Then it seemed like he was just confused.
Tunrs out, he was hungry.
Hopefully, someday we will bond eating hot dogs at LaVell Edwards Stadium.
And not with him latched onto his dad's chest.
Luke, I am not your father.
Turns out I'm your mother.