morning

Motherhood is creating something in me that I can only describe as similar to tectonic plates shifting. I'm the same but my parts are rearranged, I am more me. I see it in the pictures I am making now and the way I am making them. How wonderful to know.

remains of Christmas

resistance is futile

So, I wasn't going to turn this into a baby blog, thus my long silence here. But it seems that is where my life is right now. Baby-fever. So why fight it? Hope you visitors don't mind too much!

impression

After a long nap, Max left handprints on my chest. Here is one.

from waiting to waiting

Max was born September 29th. I went from waiting for him to come to waiting for him to breathe/sleep/wake/eat. I could not stop staring at him.

waiting

37 weeks

the baby's room

the doorway is to our room

and this door to the bathroom

everything nice and close together! Having everything set up, unpacked, and pictures on the wall makes us both relax quite a bit.