Getting some sunshine to flush out the bilirubin. (This was taken earlier this week.)

*Please disregard the post-partum chubbo-ness. Hey, we’ll all have double chins in our lifetimes eventually. It will go away. In time.

I’d love to sit down and write about my “birth story” OR tell you about how utterly inept I STILL am at changing diapers and am thus straight up terrified of Dave going back to work OR let you in on the secret that Target’s diapers are in fact far more effective than the “other brands”…. Sadly, I just don’t have all the time in the world like I used to. (ha!) Not to mention that I haven’t been very comprehensible or even capable of stringing two meaningful sentences together. But boy oh boy oh boy oh boy! I have a son! A real live little baby who is my (our) very own! All the time I’d spend doing, well, let’s face it, whatever the heck I want/need, is NOW spent gazing into his little face, telling him how much I love him and marveling at how incredible it is to be his mom. Of course the usual cuddling, nursing, diapering, repeat-sequence-ing is taking up a fair amount of my time as well. “Ovvvbiously”.

I hope to find time soon to write a little bit about the craziness that was Finn’s birth day. I’m sad that 11 days have passed since then and I really haven’t been able to jot down a thought or two about it. Even still, the intensity of that day is something I will cherish FOR-EV-ERRRR.

*Aaaand, end blog post awkwardly here.*

Here is the first of Finn’s weekly photo. Yes, we’ve decided to go with 52 weekly photos. 52 different pieces of fabric. A textile lover’s dream. You can read more about this idea here. So can this really be accomplished? Let’s wait until week 2 to find out.

This past week our friends and family blessed us with a few congratulatory flower arrangements. I love to have fresh flowers in the house and in my opinion, you can never have too many. When the arrangements start to go bad, I like to take them apart and save the flowers that are still healthy and make new, smaller arrangements out of them. I’ve had flowers last for several weeks this way, even simple bouqets from Publix.

Held by dad:

Held by mom:

I can’t stop taking photos. Every expression is unique.

Finley was having such a good afternoon that his grandparents could actually cuddle with him. Sweet.