This picture was taken when he was one day old. Drake has three moms in our family. I only get to hold him late at night if I outlast Heather and the girls, I swear. If he makes so much as a peep, they race each other to check on him and see how he is doing. He is almost two weeks old now (my, how time flies) and the fun of having a little brother still hasn't worn off for either one of them. They absolutely love him to pieces. I took Drake to the hospital today with Heather so we could have some blood tests done for various diseases. They have to prick his foot and then milk out four different drops of blood to do the test. He was asleep in my arms when they poked his foot. He didn't hardly even twitch and slept peacefully through the entire thing. The kid is seriously a piece of cake (so far anyway). He is happy and content 99.99% of the time, has never spit up on me (he got Heather a good one shortly after I mentioned that fact to her) and loves to be held and loved by everyone. Heather has made it painfully clear that she is in love with another man. We all love you little Drake.