in which i become a mommy blogger

You might have heard: I had a baby.

That day was one of the best of my life. Words are useless in trying to tell about it. How could I describe the feelings that made me cry when Shay and I finally got to see and hold our little boy? We named him Malcolm. We love him to the moon and back and clear out to the moon again.

Day 1. I love the suspicious look he is giving us -
"Are you sure about this?"
As a bonus, check out my monstrous swollen hand.

It has been an adventure, figuring out how to be his parents. There have been moments of sweet perfection where parenting made more sense than anything else on the planet.

Day 3. Beautiful eyes and wrinkled forehead.

But there was also the minor issue where our cute son cried - or rather, screamed - most of the day and night for a couple of months. We read books about how babies sleep 16-20 hours a day and we laughed heartily. Shouldn't those books go back on the shelf of the "fantasy" section where they belong? We were occasionally driven to the brink of sanity. We latched on to the "sweet perfection" moments for all they were worth.

2 months. He may have cried loudly all through his baby blessing,
but he was all smiles when it was over!
Well, he offered smiles, and also his "I am way too cool for this picture" look.

Now as Malcolm gets older, there are more of those sweet moments and fewer "brink of sanity" moments.

"Who's the new guy?"
(I don't know why I love this picture so stinking much. I do though.)

At three-months-and-some-change, it seems like we're turning a corner. It is a relief to have longer periods where he is happy and interactive. Have you noticed that he is also, um, huge? His cheeks get more comments from strangers than any of his other fine characteristics. At his 2 month check-up he was just shy of 25 inches long. That is big, folks.

3 months. Unlike the better mommy bloggers, I have no photography skills to speak of,
no fancy camera, not even decent photo editing software.
But I do have a really, really cute kid. So, I've got that going for me.

We're free and clear this summer - no school for Shay, no work for me, and no commitments for Malcolm (he's convinced us to wait a few months before we send him out to the factory to earn his keep.) We are enjoying all this hanging out as a family; I love that both Shay and I get to watch in amazement as Malcolm figures out cool new things every single day. We've got just a few more weeks of lazy togetherness ahead of us. And I'm looking forward to it.