It is surprising, to be sure. Not because we didn't expect it, but because when you're with him for every day of his life, it is hard to detect the changes. I am so glad I was pushy about taking his picture at every step of the way. I have a poor memory for events in my life and these pictures allow me to dredge up the memories that are already starting to get buried.
I mentioned the chaos surrounding him, and I want to clarify that for him, the chaos is simply frazzled faces looking at him when he gets his bottle or a diaper change.
For Amy and I however, we have felt like we're skirting disaster at every turn. Broken water pipes in the kitchen ceiling, surgical procedures, medical appointments of all kinds, medication issues, a broken car (admittedly that car has +280k miles on it), flesh wounds, childcare runarounds and paperwork, paperwork, paperwork.
Meanwhile. James sleeps cradled in the nook of my arm as I lie in bed. Amy stirs for a moment and then goes back to sleep. A moment of tranquillity on a Sunday morning.
(Added March 20: Photo from first Timbers game on Feb 17 at Merlo Field at University of Portland.)
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