The role of Pat will now be played by Cohen Gray Hancock

Kudos, snaps and thanks to my friend Claire Colvin for giving me the title of this entry. I laughed so hard when I read it on my facebook page and thought how appropriate it was.

So, some people are wondering if we call Cohen "Pat". Well, it slipped out yesterday when my sister Heidi and I were leaving a baby boutique. I called him Pat for the first time since last Wednesday. Not too bad if you ask me. But even though his name is Cohen, we don't find ourselves calling him that at all. It's usually Coey Bear, Fozzie, Fuzzy, Super Baby, Rip Van Winkle, Mister Pigglesworth, or Cheeky McCheekerson. Surprisingly he responds to all of them the same way: with a yawn.

As I'm writing this, Super Baby is taking one of his "naps". By nap I mean 4-5 hours. I know you're not supposed to wake a sleeping baby but if I don't wake him up, he'll only eat 3 or 4 times per day, not the 7 or 8 my pediatrician said he should be doing. Last night he slept from midnight until 6:45 and then I put him down around 7:30 this morning and crawled back into bed. He was still sleeping by 11:45! Now, some of you doubters are thinking "this won't last" but if he takes after his Mama, it will. I have always been a sleeper, according to my mom, only waking 3 times per day to feed as a baby. So maybe we got lucky and got ourselves one of those. But I'm taking advantage of it while I can. I'm averaging 7-8 hours of sleep per night, which is the most I've had since the beginning of August. I don't think it's supposed to be this way.

He's also a very good eater. He picked up right away when the lactation consultant forced him on me at 5 hours old. I was still in a drug-induced haze from the c-section and didn't want to do it but knew the longer I waited the worse off we would both be. Since then he's been an eating champion, although after 5 minutes I have to flick his feet, chuck him under the chin, or pinch his cheeks to wake him up.

At 5 day check-up on Monday he was up to 7lbs 9.5oz, just 3.5oz from his birth weight. I'm tempted to put him in a bowl and weigh him on my food scale to see where he's at today. Judging by the way he's been eating, I'd guess he's back up to 7.13.

Okay, enough bragging. I know you want to see photos so without further ado...

Look at those cheeks!

He kind of reminds me of Buddha in this picture. A Happy Buddha.

How can you resist putting this on the internet? I'm sure I'll deal with his wrath later on in life when he finds out I put this one out there for the whole world to see.

Little Chipmunk. I think he's storing nuts in there for winter.

Rotten picture of me but cute picture of Cohen.

Big Christian and Little Christian. Reunited and it feels so good.

Coey Bear.

More tomorrow. Maybe I'll share the birth plan gone wrong story.