One week

Tonight is the eve of the Bris. On day eight, in the Jewish tradition, a little boy's penis is circumcised and the whole family is there to watch the trauma. No worries, though, alcohol, nerve blocks, and anesthesia are given, and that's just for his parents. Actually, this can be a very difficult thing to watch for parents. On the one hand is the tradition that has been passed down for thousands of years, but on the other hand is the fact that our son is going to be cut in front of our eyes. Of course I don't remember my bris, but I can now relive it in full, technicolor detail.

Everything else is going fine: Jonah is sleeping nicely, Andrea is recovering, but still anemic, I'm fully rested and experiencing no difficulty in life at all. The reality is that I sleep better then I ever have now that I have moved out and into a hotel until he is 2, which is when Mia started to sleep through the night.