Starting fresh, with a spring-like aroma

If I keep thinking I'm going to write a big update post with all the big news in it, I'll never ever write on this blog again!

So I'll start with today, and catch up if I can.

The turning point: Timothy Davis*, born on April 6 -- eight days ago. Today, I left the house for the first time since then. I drove my mom to the airport, leaving Timothy at home with Sweetie McPie. I returned just in time to join him, Constance and the baby on their first walk. We walked over to the school to pick up Ben. (Constance had been home in the afternoon, not feeling well.) It's the first beautiful spring day since Timothy's birth, and the week looks like it will entice me out each day for the rest of the week.

Also, it seems that a buggy-ride might be just the thing for a fussy baby. Not that T's particularly fussy. Just, I've been reticent about taking him out and getting in over my head away from home. Turns out, I likely needn't worry, and in fact may come to depend on the stroller! He was a bit fussy before the walk, but conked out completely the moment the rubber hit the road. And has been fast asleep in the bassinet (detachable from the carriage), ever since (about 40 minutes now).

Also! I put on non-maternity, non-stretchy pants today. (Not my favourite jeans yet, but soon!)AND, I am enjoying a late afternoon cocktail (vodka and soda, to be precise). The old Hedda's back!

Okay, not really. I'll never be the same again. Our family will never be the same again. It's bigger and better! And more edible. (It's true: I cannot help nibbling my son. He's absolutely delectable. Especially his cheeks.

Here is Timothy, eight days old:



* Our son is named after his maternal and paternal grandfathers, respectively. In fact, all the boys in the latest generations of MacLeans (Timothy, Ben, and their cousin Andrew), bear the middle name "Davis". We love the name, but we also enjoy a little legacy.