one year ago
liam was conceived.
last year, after indulging on
guiness and a blue-cheese burger
and costume watching in fells point,
we made it happen.
one year later i found my mama-self
in the front room of the red canoe
(a childrens book store slash coffee shop
slash yoga studio slash community hang)
with tiny bumble bees and skeletons
and tuxedoed sprouts and lambs
and princesses running around
my sleeping little lion.
it doesn't get any better than this.
liam loves his bathtime.
he splashes
and chews on the washcloth
and bats his wet eyelashes
while cooing at his mama.
he loves being naked
and wriggles all around
to stall the putting-on-of-the-diaper.
(allowing me to chomp on his roly-poly thighs!)
twelve weeks.
84 days.
time is flying.
i miss the shorties,
but i am so glad i made the
decision to stay home.
the dayshoursminutesseconds
with mr. schmoopyface is more
amazing than i ever could've imagined.
we have been having fun 'round here.
laughing and
blowing spit bubbles and
exploring the sound of waves and
staring at our hands
and meeting new friends and
figuring out a naptime groove.
photos are happening.
my heart is exploding.
life is good.
we had our two-month checkup.
at almost ten weeks,
liam weighs 14 lbs. and
is 25 inches long.
he is growing out of
his small diapers and
is starting to fit into
his 6-9 month clothing!
hee.
yay for cute babies
with
leg rolls!
