November has become a bit of a blur. But I’m proud of myself for not getting more than a few months behind on our family journal!
The first day of November was just about the most amazingly beautiful day I could imagine. Super warm, perfectly sunny, and autumn goodness in all its glory.
We met friends at Beaver Brook for stream stomping, playground exploration, and a picnic party.
Soren and I typically stopped by the playground on Mt. Auburn street after my prenatal appointments. One day we left the hospital at 5 p.m. and it was pretty much pitch black outside. I had a hard time explaining to Soren why we couldn’t play, so we played. In the dark.
I tried to prep Soren verbally for the big life change that was headed our way. Many days he would ask if I could tell him something about babies. So one day we had a swaddle lesson.
We visited the Museum of Science one morning when I started to realize that impromptu trips would become much more difficult soon. He spent a long while experimenting with bubbles (and safety goggles).
A house full of sweet friends joined me for a baby “sprinkle” (not to be confused with a baby shower). So fun to celebrate! And check out this cake!
It’s kind of nice to have a tiny yard and no responsibility for raking (thank you, landlord!).
I love when Tim and Soren take Sunday morning adventures and leave me to nap in peace. The Arboretum is one of their favorite spots.
And then, Shaw was born! Full story and more photos here.
First car ride (coming home from the hospital).
Remember this sleeper? (5 days old)
Soren has been strangely adaptable with this new brother thing. He even shares his Llama Llama with Shaw when he’s feeling sad. (5 days old)
Lots of sleepy snuggles. And lots of time on the Boppy.
Eight days old.
Dads’ breakfast at Soren’s school.
Soren had been eyeing this construction site on the way to and from school for weeks. So he and Tim stopped one day to check it out.
Sunday naps for all! (9 days old)
A blurry selfie from our first family-of-four walk. (10 days old)
Nobody turn me in to DCF, but Shaw didn’t get his first bath until he was 11 days old. I guess we were busy or something.
I told Soren about the giant bagel sculpture at The Street in Chestnut Hill, and he begged for days to be able to go see it.
Thanksgiving Day family kickball game.
His form looks good until you notice that he’s kicking the ball in the completely wrong direction.
Tim and Soren took a Black Friday bike ride while Shaw and I were lazy at home.
Disc golf! Look at that form!
The cutest caddy you ever did see.
My sweeties.
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