Saturday morning started with Aunt Morgan (who's expecting her own little one in just a couple of months) and an alternately protective and skeptical Lucy.
Weekend Snapshots
DIARY
The Way It Went
(Blogging & Lunch / 5 days old / October 26, 2011)
This is one of those posts that I was talking about when I said I needed a couple of weeks to let my emotions settle so that I'd be able to see straight. I'm not sure that they're settled entirely quite yet - so forgive me if I ramble, or if things aren't quite wrapped up with a neat little bow - but this is the best I can do for now. Mostly because man, I'm tired. Happy, but tired.
What I'm writing about today: my labor. It was not what I had expected. I was not what I had expected.
Is It Time For A Completely Gratuitous Photo?
It's been over two weeks and the last time you saw him he was in the hospital, so I think so.
Sunday Morning…
On A Red Plastic Tray In The Middle Of Nowhere
It was just me and dad, driving with the top down and talking about all sorts of stuff, or nothing at all. Drinking tequila-oyster shooters standing up at a bar in New Orleans...
