In keeping with tradition, you may recall Maisie touching the sea before she touched the earth.... It was only fair, that Elliot be awarded the same joy.
Teeny toes, baby feet. So soft, delicate, perfect. They had never touched the ground. The first contact with the ocean first and land. Documented. Shared. Beautiful.
I’ve always favored the sea. Loved the smell, the depth, the movement. Have lived close to, or lived on it. It only seemed right, that Elliot should touch the sea before he touched the earth.
Our son is here.Elliot Patrick arrived safely February 15th 2013 at 9:16am. He weighed 10 pounds 8 ounces and measured 23 inches long.
Today he is 11 days new.
So loved. So precious.
I've heard a lot about "isn't the second one so much easier". To be honest... not really. I don't find it easy. I find it sweet. I find it challenging, just like the first time (in different ways). I feel just as raw, exposed and vulnerable. I feel like it may not be so much "unknown" as with Maisie... but I'm miles from SuperMom. I was so grateful to have Bryce home for the first week, and now with him back at work, we're working at settling into our own rhythms as a family and getting to know how it all works as a family of four.
Here are a few images of our newly complete family of 4 (well Frank is 5, but my anxiety levels weren't ready for him in the photo shoot too). However, don't let the following images deceive you..... I actually still look 3-5 months pregnant (well hidden here). Feeling fragile, feeling like my body has just been through a battle. Feeling a little on the tender side (emotionally and physically). I cry at any and everything. Seriously. Tears galore. Of course, throughout it all... I am still, always, incredibly grateful. Just felt the need to add a disclaimer to all. The photos reflect the deep satisfaction and love I feel... even when we all don't look like this all the time.
Beyond words, beyond expectations, just really feeling the deepest sense of gratitude for my little precious beings.
Thank you all for the kind words and support and love.
Some times... even in the middle of the night, while smelling my sweet baby boys little head of blonde hair... I just can't believe how beautiful life is.
This beautiful baby held me captive from the moment I laid eyes on him. Clearly an old and wise soul.
A baby full of uncanny strength and determination although only 8 days old.
Wishing you all a lifetime of miracles and blessings.
Recognize his mommy and daddy? 
I have so many things to say, and nowhere to start...
For now.
Just a little more silence, and a big dose of sweetness.
Looking forward to sharing more. Soon.
Just like that. A family of four.
One of those crazy 2 hour labor stories... it's true. It happens.
A sweet couple of hours tucked away in mom and dads room. Staring at baby Holland's sweet little face drifting in and out of sleep while we chatted.
She really is adorable and her older brother... is something spectacular as well.
Welcome to the world baby girl. We're so glad you're here.
