Oh my gosh I just had to get out of there. My little nose was all smashed up against something. I mean, my family has a history of boxing, but I've never seen any Sheridan with a nose like that! Ridiculous. Anyway, that's why I was born about five weeks early. I checked in at 5.1 pounds and was 18.8 inches long.
No worries, though. I'm doing fine. The doctors keep telling my mom and pop that I don't know I'm early. Duh. If only I could get this suckling reflex down I'd be able to come home. Rumor has it mom's been working like crazy to get the house whipped into shape for my imminent arrival. Dad keeps telling me the house already looks like a museum, a really clean, well put together museum.
I'll keep checking in with updates, but for now here are a few pics from the paprazzi, a.k.a. my dad who won't get the camera out of my face!
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Owen, I have another comment for you! In this picture, you look exactly like your Grandfather Sheridan!
Love,
Great Aunt Ann
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