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So we're a week in, and things seem to be going well. We finally figured out the digital camera that we got when Jack was born and I even was able to download the shots on my computer.

Whoo-hoo! Welcome to the year 2000 -- or earlier.

Soon, I will be posting a test. How well do you know the Rexs? (Rexes?)

The pictures on the camera were from Jack's first week of life. I still have the same outfit so I will be dressing Brennan and it's up to you to choose: Jack or Brennan?

The similarities are staggering. So, as soon as I get that little project complete (maybe this weekend?) I will want to see some traffic and feedback and maybe even a comment or two posted on this blog.

Brennan has been a fantastic baby so far. He barely cries, only when he's in need. He's a great sleeper -- last night he went to bed around 12:30 and got up at 9:15 this morning. We fed, he cooed and looked around for about an hour and now he's conked out on the couch again.

Jack is doing so-so with the whole not-an-only-child-anymore life change. He's been nothing but sweet to his Baby Rex, but he's not acting himself in other aspects. When people come over, he's a monkey and climbs all over, showing off. He's not listening really well right now and he's got a short fuse. But I would guess it would be difficult to go from the center of attention to an older version. Stina dedicated the entire weekend to Jack loving and that helped. And Ma has tried to keep him entertained.

Yesterday was his first day back to preschool and it wasn't the best drop off. He made me ride along, and Daddy was going to take him in. But when arrived, he flipped out and wanted me to come to. Normally, that wouldn't be a big deal except I was in my PJs and unbrushed. I had been breastfeeding the baby when I jumped in the car to go. I didn't even have shoes on -- slippers.

But when your 3-year-old is panicked, and his eyes are filled with tears, you make sacrifices. You allow yourself to look like an arse, and stumble into school to make him feel better. And yes, I felt like a complete ARse. Of course, his teachers all knew I had just had a baby but still.

As soon as Jack walked in, the kids surrounded him practically cheering that he was back. Jack is the man apparently in his class. When he wasn't paying attention, Daddy and I slipped out.

And of course, I felt bad all afternoon for doing it that way. And when I called his teacher to check up on him (yes, I am a little neurotic) his teacher said he was absolutely fine. When he noticed I was gone, he just said, "Hey, where's my Mama?" and she told him him home taking care of the baby. And he said, "OK." And that, was that. He ate his entire lunch, took a nap and was a great kid for her. (Why can't he do any of these things for me, I wonder?!)