The view when he falls asleep on my chest

Another thing I never want to forget.

The Way He Sounds

It's just one of the million little details I am fighting like hell to log away somewhere very safe. He is so absolutely perfect. Right now. And tomorrow he will be different, but perfect all over again. I just want to remember every single step. Every new kind of perfect. Is that too much to ask?


This is the way he sounds when he's sleeping. It's a particular kind of sweetness. (You will most likely have to turn up the sound on your computer - it's pretty quiet.)


Good old baby sounds. Baby boys sounds. Lots of grunting, a little cooing.

My sunshine

Drake and I have taken to listening to the Pandora lullaby station at night. You Are My Sunshine gets a lot of plays. I've heard it a million times - it was my nieces favorite song for a long time - but it hits me a little differently now because of these words:

"The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamt I held you in my arms. When I awoke, dear, I was mistaken, so I hung my head and cried."

Somewhere around seven months pregnant I had the most vivid dream about my son. We were laying in my bed, cuddling. That's it. So simple. He was here, and I was holding him. When I woke up to realize it was only a dream, I was truly and deeply sad. It would still be weeks before that would be true.
Now that he's here, my life couldn't be sweeter. Cuddling with my little man is a reality of every day and my heart is so full. "Please don't take my sunshine away."

Bath time!

Drake wasn't so sure if he liked baths at first, but today he decided to relax and enjoy himself, giving us a good chance to snap a few of the mandatory Naked In The Bath pictures. :)

I can't get enough of this baby! Look at those eyes!

Baby boys will be baby boys. :)

All clean!

He's growing so fast!

Seriously. Right in front of my eyes. We will fall asleep for a few hours at night and then when he wakes up to nurse I could swear he's heavier than he was when we fell asleep. He'll be five weeks old tomorrow and already I've lamented the loss of my tiny baby several times over. Isn't that too soon?
We went to Bozeman today for a check up with our midwife. Already Drake has grown one and three quarter inches and gained three pounds and eleven ounces! He weighed in at 11 lbs 3 1/2 oz. Crazy.
He's fitting very comfortably into three month outfits. My plan for tomorrow is to pack up the newborn clothes. Already! My handsome little man is no longer a newborn. :(
So, I'm sorry I haven't been posting more often but I can't take my eyes off him!
I'll miss so much if I do.

The best thing I got for Christmas

My Son.

He came a little early - December 7 at 6:56 pm. He was 7 lbs 8 oz, 21" long, 100% pure magic.
I've been meaning to introduce him to you sooner, but I was a little lost in Newborn Land (read "endless nursing, sleepless nights, giddy oblivion").
I'll fill you in on more details soon (birth story to come) but in the meantime, enjoy a few photos of the Christmas Miracle that is Drake Leonidas Waugh.

38 weeks

I’m tired and emotional. I want to cry but I can’t pin point why. Just seems like it would feel good. Or awful. But either way it’s tempting. It’s just all this sitting around. All this waiting. I try to do things to take my mind off of it, but they wear me out quickly. Too tired to do anything, too bored to just sit here, too uncomfortable to sleep. Gosh, I hope I’m right about him coming on the 10^th… Justin told me not to get my hopes up but I totally have. If I go past due I don’t know what I’ll do. Doing everything I can just to keep it together right now. And nothing is really wrong! I should remember how blessed I am – a complication free pregnancy. My baby is healthy. I’m fine. I’m just so damn tired. The thing of it is that that won’t change once he gets here. I’m kidding myself if I’m looking toward his arrival as a physical relief. But my hips and back don’t agree. They can’t wait to be done. And I shouldn’t complain – I know that. But just for a minute, I’m going to. And then I’m going to go back to practicing being a stay at home mom. I will find some way to clean some more. I will keep organizing and decorating his room. I will wrap Christmas presents early and send birthday cards and make the best of this time – this blessing! – of being able to be at home. I will. In just a few more minutes. Right after I have a good cry.