At the cabin.
These pictures may make the week look all pretty and golden, but don't get me wrong, life with a 12-week old is intense. Biceps gets tired, tempers frayed, laundry piles up, challenges grow and having the brain for an interesting conversation or trying to enjoy the feeling of leisure when it might at any moment end is difficult.
Fortunately, it gets easier each day. And there are moments like in these photos, carved out, hacked out, searched for and sipped sweetly for each hour of toughness. Sometimes the toughness isn't even too tough.
But Tim and I do our best. We make the good stuff happen. I know it's our own personal story, our own experience but I have to hand it to families of more than one child. Or of even one child, you know? Wow. How do you find the energy, the brain, to grasp it? To really enjoy each moment instead of getting swept along, waiting to catch up to what already passed, already changed? What can I do to never forget his silky cheeks? Does it go on this fast forever? There's so much good, big, bad, ugly, fantastic, about me, about Tim, about our life ~ how to keep up with it all when poof it all just exploded tenfold like a kaleidoscope with the advent of this little guy's arrival?