I can't really remember what it felt like to not have a child. I can imagine what it must have been like, but the memories are strangely impersonal to me. Like I'm watching a movie of my memories instead of remembering them from my own point of view. And, stranger still, I don't really care!
|Baby Row, 3 days old|
|Sleeping Row, 3 days old|
|Cozy Row, 11 days old|
|Bathing Row, 3 weeks old|
|Milk Coma Row, 3 weeks old|
|Tired Row, 5 weeks old|
|Angry Row, 7 weeks old|
|Pucker Up Row, 7 weeks old|
|Sassy Row, 8 weeks old|
|Posing Row, 9 weeks old|
|Cat in the Hat Row, 3 months old|
|Beach Row, 16 weeks old|
Thankfully, he really likes third-wheeling it on dates with us. He has successfully slept through FOUR movie theater movies with us without making a peep. He hangs out patiently in restaurants (95% of the time) and for the most part falls asleep in his carseat in the car.
I take him on errands, runs, hikes, visits, and most recently, the beach.
Having him around for Christmas will make everything so much more sweet and fun (and probably tiring but I'm becoming an expert at functioning in that state).
We had an uneventful Halloween, a fun Thanksgiving in Vegas, and Christmas will be an adventure.
|Thanksgiving: my huge Reynolds family. And this isn't even everyone.|
|Chilling at the end of the Thanksgiving table, photobomb courtesy of cousin Rob.|
|Christmas Bumbo Row, 16 weeks (That tree was my own creation, made of textbooks, a trashcan, garland, and lights.)|
|Merry Christmas from our family of three, taken on a visit to see Dad last week during his lunch break.|