I have a plan

I don’t know what’s going on in this picture – I don’t think he does either. I just thought I’d share it. It was a beautiful morning. 73 degrees and sunny. The air was so fresh and clean. I weighed myself and found out that 

a baby and a book

Guess what? There is time to read with a new baby. In fact, I find myself reading more now than I did before, like when he insists on sleeping on my shoulder and nowhere else. There’s only so much you can do with one hand 

idiot of the year

He was an angel all day. He woke up all smiles and as the day went on, as evening came, I got anxious, waiting to see when he would start the evening fuss. 8:00 and it never happened. He just smiled, discovered his legs and 

because the cuddles are so, so nice

When I was still pregnant with Dylan I imagined taking him camping with us at the end of the summer, at two months old. People told me it would be easy when he’s so little, when he just wants to be carried around, when he 

a monday evening in July

I keep trying to think of something profound to write, about being a new mom, about my funny little baby. About expectations and reality. About the intense ordeal of giving birth to a baby. There’s just too much I think. Too much to fit all 

I have a baby!

You might have guessed what I’ve been up to 🙂 Baby Dylan James Amos joined the party last weekend, Saturday morning, July 1st at 11:32 a.m. Daddy guessed right, he was just waiting to be a July baby. He weighed 8 pounds 1 ounce and 

or maybe tomorrow

I understand now. He just wants to be a July baby. He’s going to be a manly little boy and doesn’t want his birthstone to be a pearl. (Each new doctor who does an ultrasound makes certain to point out his very obvious “boy parts”.) 

setting up camp

My belly must be a nice place to be. We’ve been to a few different appointments these past couple of days. He’s been measured (about 7 lbs. 6 oz. right now), his fluid level is good. His non-stress testing went well. The nurse took my 

late

45 minutes left in the day, the 25th of June, 2005. I’m still pregnant. Not in labor. I’m having contractions, but they’re more a tease than anything else, unpredictable, weak. They’ve been coming sort-of randomly since Thursday night. I think we can be sure now 

more American by the minute

Not only is my English husband about to be the father of a real live Michigan-born American, but Jim got his Michigan State Driver’s License last night. And he drives like a real Detroiter! Just now I sent him off to work – packed his