My son is getting baptized in an hour. He obviously cannot contain his excitement.

Dear Corwin,

You kept us up ‘till 4:30am today. If you ever want to know what it’s like to be holding on desperately to the last shreds of your sanity while half asleep, have a child.

You’re such a sweet little boy though, when you’re not playing it fast and loose with my mental health. You’re incredibly gassy at night, for reasons that shall forever escape me, and you either refuse to poop or do it too much. You wake up smiling and laughing though, and this somehow makes up for all of it.

You’ve always been animated, but you’re even more so now. You coo and gurgle with much insistence, as if you’re saying Very Important Things that I should pay close attention to. And I do. Your dad fascinates you to no end, and you prefer him for play. But nothing comforts you like I do, and I love that. You hold on to me with your little hands while you feed, and it melts my heart so completely.

I saw a video about the language of babies and it has helped us tremendously these past three days. “Neh” means you’re hungry. “Eh” means you have to burp. “Owh” means you’re sleepy. I repeat the word while taking care of your need and the delighted look on your face whenever you realize I actually understand you now is funny.

Your doctor remains pleased with your development, saying you’re quite advanced. Full range of neck movement, and you recognize colors way beyond RBW, among other things. We’re managing your atopic dermatitis by eliminating everything in the world I love to eat. This makes me sad, but I’ll live. I’ll get so fat when I stop breastfeeding.

I have to go to work now. It hurts like hell to leave you.

Love,
Mommy

P.S. Please stop scratching your face.

I’ve been here since 2009 and all you’ve ever known of me were random iPhone photos and the songs stuck in my head ‘till recently. When I got pregnant, I started looking for other places to blog about the experience because I figured you’ve gotten used to very specific things here, and that the pregnancy and motherhood bits of my life won’t really fit. But today, it occurred to me that it really shouldn’t matter. My life has changed so much this past year, and my blog should be able to grow with it. I’ll probably lose a few hundred followers, and that’s sad, but I’ll just have to live with that. I keep missing this place. It’s been like a second home to me for over two years now. So I’m back. With a redesign, too. Hi. :)

Early morning light hitting the newly painted nursery.

Hi, all! After over three years of shooting countless beautiful weddings, Jeff and I have finally joined the land of the living. We’re now on Facebook. Yay! Join us to keep tabs with our work and the other things we’re up to.

I took this photo. :)

I’ve been seeing this going around Tumblr for some time now. 5K+ likes. Blows my mind.

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© Duane Michals. This Photograph is My Proof, 1974.

This Photograph is my proof. There was that afternoon, when things were still good between us, and she embraced me, and we were so happy. It did happen. She did love me. Look see for yourself!

My heart breaks into a million pieces every time I see this.

We’re having a boy! We didn’t really have a preference, but it feels so good to finally know. I’m having a baby boy. It feels so real now. My heart is bursting at the seams.

I’m not afraid of heights; I can look down from a secure, level height and not feel vertigo. I am deathly afraid of the sensation of falling though. Yesterday, I conquered that. For one thing, I rode this cable car at Ocean Park. It made creaking noises which freaked me out, but I had fun. The view was amazing.

Also, I got to scratch one off my life list that afternoon. I rode Space Mountain at Disneyland and sat at the very front, and didn’t close my eyes despite my better judgment. Didn’t get sick, too, which was awesome. I may or may not have screamed myself hoarse, but I did it.