So incase you didn’t hear/see on social media, I had the baby. But most of you already knew that because 99% of the people who read this blog come from my Facebook/Instagram friends so it’s kinda old news. But I’m still gonna write about it.
His name is Gregory John Moscatel Jr., and we are calling him Jack for a nickname because I have a low-key obsession with the Kennedys (JFK was called “Jack” as a nickname for John). I’m into the whole name thing, but I have zero interest in our family becoming a cursed political royalty and suffering years of unfortunate events. However, I would not be opposed to inheriting some of Jackie-O’s clothing so if anyone knows anyone who can hook that up please let me know.
Jack was born on April 2nd which is only a little bit of a bummer because the lottery for free preschool in my town is March 31st. Can’t win em all. Other than that minor issue we couldn’t be happier with the latest addition.
Life with a newborn is pretty 50/50. Maybe more like 90/10. We are still in that phase where we find ourselves lovingly gazing at him and saying, “how did we make such a cute baby?”. I mean we might be a smidge biased but I know a cute baby when I see one, especially my own. The only thing that isn’t super endearing is his mixup of night and day lately. It’s really fucking with my head a little bit, but I can get over it because he is just so fucking cute I can’t even get mad. For those of you who have had a newborn, I’m sure you can relate.
I just wanted to do a quick check-in and let you all now we are alive and sleep deprived (new blog name?), and very much in love with our Jack. I think my next post will be all about why having a newborn sucks, but in the most loving and not-at-all cruel sense possible.
Have a great weekend!