Elijah is finally at home. His eyes are blue (for now) and it looks like he has a red tint to his hair (poor kid). But, to his credit, he has successfully mastered the four basic functions expected from every child: eat, sleep, poop, and pee. He prefers to be up more at night than during the day, and when he is awake he wants to eat. Sounds like a Powell to me.

Just enjoying the massaging effects of the bouncy seat.

Enjoying the nice cushy comforter. "Hey, this bed is SO much nicer than mine, I think I'll stay here for a while!"

When he sleeps, Elijah makes a lot of squeeky noises. Mom and I have gotten used to it, so when we don't here the squeeks we think something is wrong.

It's nap-thirty.

And, the most torturous thing you can do to a newborn is give them a bath. Elijah is not very happy with this regular schedule of cleaning. Give him a couple months and he will be excited about playing in the water.

Mom tries to comfort our little guy during his traumatic experience.