As for the bris, below is a family shot - daddy is holding Zachary; then grandma, baby, and mommy are holding me; and all the way on the right is grandpa. Basically the mohel did his duty, the job had been done, and everyone was toasting to my success. Now, although some of you missed the bris, let me tell you it was a pretty good party. To be honest, all I can remember with my hangover, was someone stuffing some cheap, kosher wine in my mouth with the aid of a rolled up gauze pad! There was a lot of noise, people and food (as with all Jewish get-togethers) and I even got gifts for behaving like a soldier during the ceremony.

Here are a few more mugshots of the clan:

Since then, I have been trying to incorporate myself painlessly and quietly into my new home and family. I love my big brother Zachary; he's the best. He loved all the presents I got him, and I loved all mine. As for all the visitors and company we have had at our house from the start of this adventure, everyone has been very supportive, generous and helpful. Thanks for pitching in so much for my mommy and daddy. I know they are very grateful, because they don't stop talking about it, and people just seem to keep coming over.