Pointless Ramble on the Passing of Time

My dear boy, you turned one yesterday.  I have neglected to keep up this blog, something I would like to work on.  I hate to make excuses, but I have been quite busy this last year just trying to soak up every moment of your existence.  I truly cannot believe a year has gone by already.  It seems like you just moments ago came screaming into the world, flooring me with your beautiful sweetness and a fierce love that was equally screamingly born.  Yet it also feels like you have been a large part of who I am and why I live all along.  I promise to start writing more soon.

September Waning

     I have so much and so little to say at the same time.  Part of me wants to ramble romantically about how sweet every moment is, but most of me is too tired and scatterbrained feeling to find the words to do it justice.  So I will just say that Rory is wonderful and seems to be thriving--weighed in at 8 pounds 10 ounces yesterday!--and he so perfectly completes this family.
     And now for the photo bomb! :)

The Bodyguard

     I just had to snap a picture today to show Rory when he is older that everyone in our family loves him, and wants to keep him safe.  Simon watches the baby vigilantly, and I think it took maybe two or three days for his protective side to come out.  Just enough time to adjust to realizing he wasn't quite the baby anymore.

Splish Splash

     In celebration of last night marking the end of our time with an umbilical stump, Rory took his first tub bath this morning!  He really wasn't sure what to make of all the being naked and wet nonsense, but we did find that a nice shampoo did truly great things for his coiffure.

10 Days

Sweet Rory,
     Today marked your tenth day here with us, and was actually your original due date..the date that has, in my mind, been circled in red since early January.  The date that I let roll around my brain long before I could feel your movements, before I had any idea whether you were a boy or a girl (though my initial thought upon discovering your impending arrival was "a boy!") and the date that I have nervously counted down to all year long, my heart flip-flopping every time I tried to envision what your little face might look like.  I've spent the whole day marveling at the fact that based upon that timeline, you aren't even supposed to be here yet. Of course, ever since I first laid eyes upon you ten days ago, all remembrance of there being a time that we didn't have you practically vanished. 
     Today was a rather busy day for us, with you attending your first birthday party (our dear friend Eleanor turned two) and visits from both your grandma and our friend Joe, and last, but not least, the departing of your belly button.  Such hustle and bustle has left us some tired folks, so this entry is short, but I wanted to be sure to start your special page for you.

                                                  Just arrived. 9:42 p.m. on September 6th.
                                                          6 pounds, 12 ounces, 21 inches.
                                                      

                                                

    

                                             The face your daddy, big brothers, big sister and
                                                     myself are so completely in love with.
                                                        Welcome to the world, dear boy.