stream of consciousness...

I don't really have any one thing to update this blog with...just 1,000 1-liners.  Nothing noteworthy in itself.



that's the smooshed chin that reminds us of bulldog wrinkles. 


Henry is fat and happy and delicous.  As in 9 pounds 8 ounces of deliciousness.  In case, anyone other than Izaak and I are counting, Henry has gained a pound and a half already!



Henry's 1st bath.



 Izaak is keeping up on laundry, I am keeping up on nursing (Hungry Henry would have been a more appropriate moniker)  and we are holding our babies.  We have also redecorated with dishes in the sink, piles of clean laundry in the bedroom, and...you get the picture?  The bare essentials are being done.  Everything else has taken a back seat to family time.  Of course, I have mild anxiety about this at 10pm every night, when I am tired and just need to go to bed. 



bedtime cuddling



I keep reminding myself that this is the ebb & flow of life, and I will have a clean house later.  Two weeks postpartum is just not one of those times.

We got together to break bread with friends last night.  An early birthday hoop-la for me, a meet and greet for little Henry.  It was a blast.  Good food, loud talking, cupcakes with some crazy-amazing frosting.  It was nice to have a chance to hang out with old friends. 

and we've been busy singing and making music

So, life is in overdrive but we are doing our very best to take it easy and keep hectic-ness at bay.  Some days that is easier than others. 

sleeping like a baby.







In other news, beware the self-dressing three year old.  At least a shirt & shoes (on wrong feet) was an improvement on the day before...