This time (11:00 pm, EST), 7 months ago, I was being wheeled down the hallway of Brick Hospital's Maternity floor to the OR for a slightly unscheduled turn of events. Apparently my bundle of joy had the same navigational sense that his mommy has: none!! Who knew that 41 minutes later I would hear music to my ears, "It's a boy!" that my life would at that moment, change forever. It was a good day. And really, they've been all good days since (with a few minor exceptions that had to do a lot with raging hormones!!). He is a joy, and so much fun. He is beginning to crawl (backwards) and is trying to pull himself up to a standing position. He has figured out how to scoot on his butt to go forward, and has less and less "face plants". He is eating solids 3 times a day, and has his first tooth. He's become quite anxious when he's in a room by himself, and looks to mommy and daddy when someone strange is talking to him. It's all good stuff, and I wouldn't trade it for the world. I don't really know if anyone actually reads this blog, or if you do that you even care... but I have come to realize that writing this stuff out helps me to appreciate the joy that comes from the everyday-ness of being a parent. I hope that someone enjoys this blog, but even if you don't, it warms my heart to get to have this experience to write about. Love to all...