After many months (what seemed an eternity) of waiting, my godson finally decided to make his appearance in the world. He was actually a couple of weeks early and a bit small, but he came out with 10 fingers and 10 toes and has grown considerably in his first week in the world. Just about 4lbs and 18inches long, little Andrew was a fighter from the moment he arrived; very particular about his likes and dislikes too. He likes to be held and loves his pacifier. Sucking on his bottle nipple seemed to be a little too much effort for the little tyke, so he opted not to do that too much in the first few days. He quickly learned that this meant he would not eat so he reluctantly changed his mind on that one. It is amazing how quickly babies grow. In a little over a week he has gained 3 lbs. I tend to freak out when my scale adds three pounds, but in his case it is a good thing. I remember when I was younger people always told me I needed to gain weight . . . I should eat. Thinking back, I can't remember exactly when I stopped hearing those words, but as I try to shed the insulation I picked up around the holidays I know those are words I will probably not hear again. I sometimes wonder what it would be like to be a kid and know what I know now. Would I do anything different? Would you? Every moment and experience I have had up until this point has shaped me into the person I am today and I am pretty happy with that. Besides, if children knew everything adults knew, then there would be no reason for childhood.
I just returned from Tahiti and am heading out to Seattle this weekend . . . I will post about that along with the pictures soon!