It's me, Weiler

HELLO WORLD! My sis and bro just explained all about this bloggy thing. Thanks, guys, for uploading the photos while I nursed. I am now ready to tell you all about me. Gotta be under five minutes, though, because that's about the maximum time I spend away from the boob. I hope you understand.

And since Reeder and Hayes picked the photos, you may be shocked to see them in this initial blog post.

OK, they seem to be pretty awesome siblings thus far. Even had a birthday party for me. Any of you get a 0 birthday party? Didn't think so. But I, lucky Weiler, did.

First, some splainin to do. My name. Weiler. As in EnzWEILER. As in my great grandma Hoobler's maiden name-maternal maternal side. Middle name, I go by Kearns. Moms' maiden middle and great grandma Simmons (maternals paternals) maiden. Kappel-I think you've heard that before. There's the lineage, enjoy. Oh, phenetically, Why-ler. Enough about that. I was 10 pounds, 2 ounces, 22 inches long. Mom tried to get me out the old fashioned way, I didn't want to, it was just SOOOOOO comfy, warm, soothing in there. Dr. Wall had to pull me out with all his might, even some forceps, through Moms' third scar. Oh, well, Mom, I just love you from the inside out! Oh, and I'm down to 9 pounds, 5 ounces, don't worry, I'll nurse in just a sec...

So, my awesome sis and bro through me the party, complete with cake and singing. My cake is currently being filtered to be enjoyed later.

And me, just being cute. I like to suck...
Hayeser and Reed like to hold me. And I sometimes oblige. If only they'd sneak me some unfiltered cake...
And this is what happens when you take me off the boob.
Well, it was nice meeting all of you. Hope to hear from you all!

Love,

WKK