The Godfather

This is the picture of a young man that knows he's in charge right now.

Relaxed

My Boys

I'll have to admit, when we got, oh, two hours of sleep last night, the "What did we get ourselves into" thought crossed my mind.

Then, later in the day, the two of them play together (so to speak), and I know exactly what we got ourselves into. And it is good.

That's being a parent, in a nutshell. Some pretty hard work, followed up by wonderful moments that make you forget the hard stuff.

My back hurts.

Two weeks old and so very serious

great

Baby in boppy

We heart our mommas

Our Moms have been a huge help to us the past couple of weeks. I am not being dramatic when I say that I would not be nearly this sane had they not come to assist. In addition to all of the laundry, cooking, entertaining Henry, hair brushing, shoulder massaging, and errand running, they have provided me with some fond memories such as:

"The good news, Kelsey, is that children who grow up in unsanitary conditions or with animals, are far healthier than those that do not."
-My mom's well meaning attempt to explain that since we have a dog, Henry and Milo are less likely to have allergies.

"Kelsey, you have a Cheerio stuck to your butt."
-It should be noted that when my mom pointed this out to me, I also had a boob hanging out from the last nursing session and it was 3:00 PM and I still had not brushed my teeth or hair. That Cheerio somehow took precedent.

"I know that the pain is excruciating, but I assure you that you do not have a brain tumor".
-Greg's mom reassuring me at hour 7 of my 16 hour migraine.

Seriously, thanks for everything. We love you, Mormor and Grandma.

The Room

Still waiting on the rest of the artwork.