WEEK THREE:

Sleep: Who needs it?
Fatness of cheeks: very much so, indeed.
Firsts: swimming pool (dipped toes), fairly bad production of Hamlet (lent a much needed comic element by farting loudly during serious soliloquy), bottle of formula (stance: if I wanted fake boobs, I'd buy Playboy. Mmmmmmmmyummmm. Well, maybe Playboy's not that bad after all...you know. in a pinch.)

 Especially when that plan includes shitting, eating or sleeping. He's ALL over that.

 Toe dip in incredibly ridiculous swim trunks

 iBaby just iPood

 "What? Naked? With a winter hat on? It's Portland, bitches! I do what I want!"

  "Pants go where? On the head, of course! Just ask Daddy."

 In Luc Lac...our favorite Vietnamese place

 Someone should really tell that man he's got a monkey on his shoulder

 monkey sandwich

 First sushi!

love, love, love. you have to grant me SOME license for sappiness now and then.

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 Okay...he IS cute sometimes. I admit.

Either thinking some very profound philosophical thoughts OR someone (not saying who) just passed gas.

WEEK TWO: Check.

Sleep deprivation on a scale of hellish to manageable: ...finally...manageable!
Face: chunky.
Toes: prehensile.
Cuteness: off the charts.
Popular nicknames: milk zombie, milk monster, poo head, melon head, fat face, sir poops-a-lot, diapers mcgee.

looks more like an old man than dad does...

barbecuing on the patio

first bath

wearing auntie nichole's outfit + a ridiculous hat

parental revenge: making the monkey wear stupid monkey sunglasses

auntie lisa & cousin zack 

dad pulls funny faces

chillin' with gamma

pooh head

cuddling with will

zack and will in the pool

funny face cuddles

first trip to Powells bookstore

first trip to Toro Bravo!

at pier park in St. Johns

snow bunny

The shifting visages of Liam: 

special

erudite

contemplative

will at haystack

et tu Brute?

We're starting to figure out how to get sleep at night. Aces. There were also some exciting firsts this week: first trip to Powell's...very important. Also, first trip to the ocean. Granted, Liam was fairly unconscious for much of this excitement, but I'd like to think that some essence of the experience sank in.

WEEK ONE: Check.
Sleep Deprivation on a scale of 1 to 10: 25.
Liam's resemblance to a monkey and or Pauly from Rocky I: high.

This is, by far, the hardest thing I've ever tried to do in my life.
One minute I'm crying about the dimple on his right cheek and his wee toenails, the next minute I'm crying because I feel stripped of the normality and sanity of my previous life...saturated in the smells and stains of breast milk, bedraggled, beyond exhausted. I would kill for 5 hours of consecutive sleep. But the day is filled with little, perfect moments. My husband makes me laugh so hard I think my Cesarean stitches might pop.