Introducing…Cal “Don Draper” Fehling.

So we know it’s not news anymore, but yes, all 10 pounds 5 ounces of Calloway (“Cal”) Beck Fehling is finally here!  And, um, the dude is a tank.

If you haven’t heard the delivery story, it goes a little something this: Blew past Saturday due date…went to doc on Monday morning for check…scheduled us for a Tuesday delivery, checking in Monday night…came home, got some work done, psyched each other up…check-in to hospital…start the “pit”…insert epidural…head starts peeking out…doctors realize that Page is about to birth a linebacker…Dad pushed to the sidelines…head out…then shoulders…doc and nurses yell “holy $hit!”…Cal pops out looking like he just crushed a Thanksgiving spread.

That was May 11.  About two weeks later all is well at the Fehling household.  As I type this Page is watching Oprah on DVR while attached to the rhythmic hums of the booby trap, er, breast pump.  I can’t wait until we’re done with this whole having kids thing so I can beat that thing down a la the copier in Office Space.  I’ve already picked out the background music for it.

Ford is starting to figure out that the “crying lump from the hospital” is going to be a permanent fixture at April Place.  The first couple of days were…well, this picture pretty much tells the story:

We have been desperately trying to teach Ford the word “gennnnnntle,” and he’s starting to get it, but he’s still averaging about 4.6 pimp slaps to Cal’s face a day.  He’s coming around…slowly but surely…baby steps…ba-dum-ching.  I’ll be here all week.

We have been overwhelmed by family help and gifts and trays of lasagna.  We can’t thank everyone enough.  We will, however, be excited when it all calms down, so that Mommy and Daddy can have a few minutes of “us” time again.  Hell, we had a PG make-out session in the third row of the minivan the other night – while it was parked in the garage – because we realized we pretty much hadn’t even held hands since we left the hospital.  We felt like we were in high school again…that is, if we had two kids, a combined 80 extra pounds and a minivan in high school.

And so life with Cal begins.  He’s eating and sleeping like a champ, and man, how about that head of hair.  Right after he was born the nurse came in to give him a bath and afterward gave him a killer Mad Men-esque part to his hair.  Minutes later Cal had seduced her, started chain smoking and launched a brilliant ad campaign for Rex Hospital.

We love this kid.

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