Failure to launch

All great endeavors invariably encounter a hiccup along the way. That's why we do dress rehearsals to ensure those hiccups don't become genuine obstacles. Last night, I got a little too excited about the prospect of my escape. So excited, in fact, that I held my breath longer than I should have. It's not a big deal, but it's not ideal and, worst of all, it scares the crap out of Mom.

My escape plan will only work if I can make it 48 hours without getting overly excited and holding my breath (a.k.a. the evil Brady). At last count, I have 42 more hours to go ....

On the upside, I gained 81 grams today (a personal record) and I'm racing my way to chubby cheeks. I now weigh in at 5 lbs and 8 oz. If I keep growing, I will shift my escape to plan B -- the "Spherical Baby" plan -- in which I roll out the door on my belly. I started fretting about my figure, but apparently my parents have had a lot of fat-baby envy and they're excited about my newly developing fat rolls.

Sorry to disappoint, but I don't have any new photos for today. My photographers were distracted with the departure, the postponement, the <snip>, the Brady's,  etc...  Tomorrow, I promise.