Since it doesn't seem that either the baby or I will ever be leaving the house, ever, (thank you terrible snowstorms and also my fear of RSV and crusty people) I am going to post some pictures of him.
Here's what little Lord Voldemort has been up to lately:
Producing gas of such foul quality and stench that it makes the neighborhood dogs look around at each other and be all, "Dude. That was not me."
Growing an impressive set of jowls. (These last two pictures are from today.) Sadly, I myself am not responsible for the chub, since I finally chose sanity over breastfeeding. And yes, I feel much guilt about this, which I know is stupid and pointless but I can't help myself. Thanks to everyone for the encouragement and good advice--I will be much better prepared next time around, wherein I will kick its trash.