Isn't it funny how we celebrate a baby's birthday every few moments? I do understand this now, though. I could have stared at this little guy for hours and celebrated each moment. He is absolutely adorable . . . but so dang sleepy. My brother and sister-in-law are actually having to wake him to feed him at night. What I think, though, is that he just loves the blanket his Aunt Mindy made for him so much that he pretends to be asleep so no one takes it from him.
Look what happens when he doesn't have his blanket. Bad idea!
(Though his cry is pretty cute, too! He makes a precious, little squeak.)
He does consider waking up if he gets to go for a motorcycle ride, though.
Pardon his blurry hands, he's revving.
Oh, and he has pretty eyes, too. We almost forget he has them.
I certainly don't know whether I'm ready to go through "the joy" of childbirth. Yaouch! I deeply admire my sister-in-law for what she went through to bring this precious, perfect little guy into this world. But, she's pretty incredible anyway. She was welcoming a non-stop brigade of visitors into her hospital room within hours of his birth, and from what I understand, the door at their house is still swinging.
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I love Texas. It's just something that has been in my blood since I grew up. While difficult to explain, I'm not alone in this - it's an epidemic there. Texans are as proud of being Texan as they are of being American. I didn't realize how much I missed being there, especially Dallas, until I got there. Here are a few of the things that I miss the most. 
My first lace project. It feels good to have momentum in my knitting again. If I ever needed a distraction, now is the time. 
My husband will commute across the Hudson River to mid-town Manhattan each day. Hoboken is laid out in one-square mile, which is exactly the size of the town where I grew up in the Texas Panhandle. There's only a minor difference. 
To me now, Hoboken is a small, quiet town - a retreat from the unbearable (for me, at least) hubbub in New York. So, while I'm not up for living in the insanity of Manhattan, living in city where the population density is only 40,000 per square mile seems quite comfortable for me.
Both sets of our parents came to celebrate the ocassion. They were very sweet to congratulate and give me gifts, too. It does feel like I just finished a marathon and have now entered the sprint for the finish line and the ability to take a deep breath.
