rhymes with Costco

it's a BOY. A boy named Bosco (named after this saint!). We are overjoyed that he's here. Sebastian keeps asking to hold, "her" and "it", Phoebe tolerates him at very best, Theo keeps talking in high pitched squeaks that are indicative of Bosco's size (I think?), Julia keeps calling him Costco, and Grace is feeling really dumb for packing all those adorable hair bows in her bag ... mother's intuition nothing.

He's healthy and happy (as far as we can tell, he hasn't verbalized otherwise) and his delivery was a lot less arduous than Theo and Phoebe's but I'm sure I'll manage to make it out to sound as melodramatic as EVER.

I think he's the spitting image of newborn Sebastian but Simon says he is all Seaton (my side of the family) so we'll just have to agree to disagree for now while his face unscrunches these next few days.

He's got dirty blonde hair, eats hard, sleeps harder, and shares a birthday with North West, apparently.

I'm scared I misspelled every other word and this makes little to no sense because sleep deprivation but I had to blare the e-trumpets to my favorite internet kin real quick. Prepare yourselves for a fat glut of photos upon photos upon photos. I insincerely apologize in advance.

lots of love from my very happy perch in my crazy quiet postpartum room.