American idol

Braeden, (not really), you spent the night sleeping very peacefully. Occasionally you sing for us as if you want to be in the opera or on American Idol, but mostly you are the world's easiest infant so far. We'll see if that continues because as I type this, a man is carting you off for a circumcision. Ouch! Just before that knife-wielding maniac stole you, another Doctor came to check on your general condition and heart. She said you are looking great, but the murmur remains. She is going to consult with a cardiologist, but like the other doctors is pretty unconcerned. Your mom says it may be VSD, which is a small defect in the ventricles. Unclear if that would even merit correction. More data required. In the mean time, you've passed the second standardized test of your life with flying colors: your hearing is perfect, as was your APGAR score. Stanford, here you come! Ginger wants all of your fans on the interwebs to know that there is no reason to worry. I'm signing off now to go get your Nana and aunt Sam so that they can meet you! Love, Dad