Edward slept through his first thunderstorm overnight. It started just before the 2 a.m. feeding and the last rumbles were rolling away as he was giving a satisfied burp around 6:30 (two feedings and many burps later.) That's a pretty good storm, especially for January. It's hard to believe that a baby born on Christmas in Iowa would experience a thunderstorm before a blizzard, but then again, about the only thing you can count on with Iowa weather is that it will not conform to expectations. It looks like the rain melted the last of our December snow. Not sorry to see it go, though I know it will be replaced soon!

He also had a great visit Sunday with my parents, who are known to all their grandchildren as Gram and PopPop. Don't ask why. It just is what it is. We always called my dad's parents Grandma and Boppa...so it must be a Geraghty thing. It does help the kids to distinguish between two sets of grandparents. Anyway, Gram and PopPop even mastered the fine art of feeding Edward with the syringe so that Mom and Dad could get some extra sleep after dinner. With all these feedings, it's too much work for Edward to always take it directly, so I've been pumping breastmilk for times when he's too tired or not hungry enough to latch on. (Sorry if that's too much information--too personal--for some readers!)