I love breakfast for dinner.
Maybe because it is a little bit breaking the rules,
a little bit comfort.
regardless it is one of my favorite things.
we had buckwheat waffles and scrambled eggs.
{he loves me}

love your lips

you give 'kisses' after being burped because you are looking for more food

you are trying to get the hang of your hands in your mouth

you calm down from having your diaper changed if you 'air' out for a bit
{although that can be dangerous…}

your fingernails are so awesome in the miniature form

wonder what you dream about

your hair is changing from black to brown

the Boy is beyond wonderful as a dad

you like to be jiggled rather than rocked 

no matter how much I did or didn't sleep as soon as the sun comes out it is as if my body resets

your grandma pert taught us the old school rubdown

you are so little right now, it is strange to think one day you'll be a man, and before that a teenage boy

your lips are still perfect

I still haven't mastered the napping thing

the Boy thinks it'd be handy to have six arms like Vishnu, can't say he'd be wrong

sometimes you hold a finger as you eat

the 0 -3 month clothes finally look like they are about to fit you 

you always smile as you fall asleep

{sorry about the multiple updates, I kept getting side tracked and thought I was just saving it & not publishing it} 

you do slow tai chi like moves with your arms

your eyes aren't quite brown & yet not quite grey 

you have ears that feel like petals

your bottom lip quivers in such an unbearably cute way when you cry, its almost a shame to stop you

a wet diaper is about the worst thing

you are at the same time new to us, yet we feel like you've always been in our lives

you laugh when you sleep 

couldn't have signed up for a better partner than The Boy. How easily he has slid into the roll of a dad.

watching the The Boy teaches me how to love more, his heart is so big

your cry is unbelievably loud at 3 o'clock in the morning

I am not sure how I can feel so alive on so little food and sleep

{thank you for all you well wishes and greetings to our newest edition, he is so very special to us!} 

Hello all, this is "the boy" with a guest blog, coming to you straight from the hospital.  My beautiful wife, wendy, is currently recovering from the arrival of our newest family member, "the little one". 

Our good friend, Sarah Oliphant, said it would be the most profound love you will ever feel. That's an understatement.  

His birth was a long process that ended in a tumultuous flurry of activity. Wendy labored for a good long while until the little one showed signs he was having trouble getting out. She pushed for as long as she could. And even when nothing was left in the tank, lips a pale shade of blue, my resilient girlfriend dug down and pushed even harder.  The team was worried. Something was keeping the little one from getting through. The decision was made by our steadfast physician, "Dr. Magnificent", to go ahead with "O.R…….now".  The team moved swiftly. I was hurriedly ushered to another room to put on my surgical scrubs.  I guess I had no choice in that decision. "Bring a camera," they said urgently as they wheeled her by in a gurney. I was told to sit and wait until summoned.  Minutes tick by. I see "Dr. Magnificent's" partner, rush by as she too was being call to duty.  "Two doctors?", I say to myself. I start to get nervous. I didn't realize then that two doctors were required for this procedure.  Finally, a nurse comes to get me. "Get Ready," she said. 

The doors to the O.R. fly open and I see 10 people in scrubs at various stations. I'm told to sit behind the surgical screen, covering my wife's lower half. Her arms are splayed out and she is groggy. "Get your camera out," says the anesthesiologist…."do it now". Everyone is direct when they address you. I can see why.  There is so much going on in my head, that I need to be told in the most simplest terms, what to do.  The two doctors are giving instructions in a terse, feverish manner.  It's lingo I don't understand. I can see them wrestling with something, pulling vigoroulsy to and fro.  Wendy's body is slightly jerked back and forth. A nurse across the room sees my wide eyes and describes what is happening.   

"Get ready….daddy…." she says. I hear a slight whoosh. "A handsome young gentlemen," Dr. Magnificent says.  A nurse comes from behind the screen and shows me this silent, blue, little being. "OH MY GOD!!", I exclaim. It was love at first sight. They quickly take him to a station, where 4 nurses work on him frantically, cleaning and measuring and probing, etc. I hear a cry and they all exclaim favorably. A job well done. He cries a bit more. It's a wonderful sound. I'm trying really hard from crying myself. I look over at Wendy and say, "he's beautiful…." They hand me my son, wrapped in a tight swaddle. "Show mommy," they tell me. I show my wife her newborn and she smiles weakly.  She's really groggy at this point. I notice she is having trouble breathing. She starts to hyper-ventilate. "Can't……br….breathe…..cough..cough."  The anesthesiologist places an oxygen mask over her.  

"Come with me daddy," says a nurse suddenly. "Go with your son." They whisk me and my son out of the O.R. to the nursery.  I'm worried about Wendy.  I don't want to leave her. But they need me out of the way to do their jobs. As I walk out, I catch a glimpse of the other side of the screen. The blood is bright red. 

As we approach the nursery, I see Wendy's step-mom on the other side. She is beaming. I also see the strangers around her beaming.  They do more tests and tell me he's a fine young man. Everything is healthy and normal. After a little bit, I'm told I can go see Wendy in the Recovery Room.  She is pale and weak, but smiling. I kiss her and tell her about our son.  She drifts off to sleep.  Our step-mom beckons me to the glass. "They are washing your son." I watch them meticulously and tenderly wash him. It's beautiful. He's so calm. He makes no sound as the nurse shampoos and rinses his dark hair.  I can't get enough of this.  He's beautiful.

This is one of my favorite photos of the two of us.
{There is not enough photos of the two of us.}
This is from, when we were dating. We went to an fabulous new years eve party at the turn of the century. {I remember being bummed that the world didn't shut down when we hit 2000, no power went out, nothing shut down, just cheers and kisses - I mean bring that on, but I sort of wanted something to fail or shut down.}
The photo was taken mid-party after everyone had some drinks in them, including our host Molly the taker of this capture. I love how we are blurry, and I am laughing at something he has said to me. The Boy can always make me laugh. One of the many reasons why I love him.

I can't believe four years ago the Boy and I eloped. Went down to city hall on a freezing cold morning in nyc, then we spent a week like tourists with some pretty amazing friends. Who knew that four years later we'd be pregnant and totally crazy sick. Each of us. So we will ring in this anniversary with hot tea and kleenex, but at least we'll be together. It's been an amazing ride so far.  Four years from now we'll have a toddler, but that photo, will always for me, sum up who we are, happily laughing with each other.