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Saturday morning cartoon

Second door from the left, top row.

I'm in there.

Four Weeks!

I can't believe it's been a month since Elijah was born. It feels like much more time has passed, and much less. Or no time. It's just weird (see post below re: passage of time post baby).

According to Aunt Ruthie, Elijah is no longer a newborn. Phew! So he is officially a baby, I guess. After one month together I can tell you that little Elijah likes: staring at (out?) windows, being held all day, eating, zerberts from dad, having his diaper changed (a new generation of naked nudies is born!). He dislikes: the cat's meow, the cold, being alone at all ever for even one second. He gives lovely smiles if you talk nice at him.

Here's a pic. Anya described it thusly: "like a bee caught in a confetti snowstorm."



I really want to write up my birth story. His birth story. Ours. If only I could find ten uninterrupted minutes . . .