So, this happened.
2 weeks ago. Which feels like 2 years ago, and at the same time 2 second ago. Apparently, he broke the space-time continuum (which may explain his sleeping habits).
To answer some FAQs::
1) I’m sleeping fine, though Rachel isn’t
2) We are treasuring almost every moment, but it’s hard work, too, you know?
3) I cannot carry a tune in the ocean (if I could even lift the ocean–which I can’t in case you wondered) but the boy seems to like my dulcid tones. Who knew?
4) As cute as you think he is, Rachel and i think he’s waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay cuter.
Given his arrival, I am re-thinking the blog thing a bit, particularly how many times this thing will update. I’ve decided to only do two posts a week so that a) I have time for other things (like learning new lullabyes, because while I love David Lamotte, and the boy seems too as well, I need a new tune, pronto!) and b) I think extra time in between posts will help promote a bit more time to reflect and interact on particular posts, questions, topics than 3 a week. I’ll talk more about this and my reasoning Friday.
For now, though simply gaze at the wonder of my baby boy. Born like so many other bay boys and girls, one of Gods very own, that we are lucky/blessed/crazy enough to be stewards of.