There are no words to describe the wonderful richness we’re enjoying in little Truxton. Every single angle presents a wonderful surprise; either ridiculous uselessness (those bitty little legs, for example), unimaginable softness (that downy baby hair) or the incredible velvet of those sweet fluffy cheeks. And the sweet baby smell is out of this world.
Reflecting on the miracle that God gave us participation in, enjoying our growing little family which suddenly seems so much more complete, and wondering how we ever did without any of these amazing creatures.
The evening of our first full day home. Such cozy sweetness! It soon became this…
The incredible sweetness of sleeping babies is pretty hard to beat! I mean, check out all the little details…
Pure bliss, I tell you.
The modeled Aunt Anna hat.
Truxton Stuart was born on February 23rd at 12:49pm, to a very adoring family…
He weighed in at an even eight pounds of peach fuzz and foam rubber, and measured 19 3/4″ long.
We’re all doing well, and recovering nicely, but I probably won’t be all that regular in my posting here (other than a few residual posts which I had already prepared before his birth), for a few days at least.
Sophie’s hippo seems to have a burning desire to wear the hat, if Sophie is to be believed.
I have decided that hats are my favorite article of clothing for any baby. The rest can be optional, as long as there’s a great hat in the mix.
We arrived at Dan’s childhood home just before midnight on July 4th.
The girls still got up bright and early and happily began the week-long process of destroying enjoying their grandparents berry bushes.
Dan mowed the lawn, using the same mower that he used as a child.
In the attempt to get ahead for the baby’s birth, I decided to put a bowl of Artisan bread in the fridge. After all, it’s supposed to last two weeks, with the possibility of fresh bread any or every evening. Then I thought “why not double it, and have ten loaves?”
I realized why not, about two hours into the rise time.