Picture Mania Part Dos

Uncle Bill drove down from Austin to see Malachi

Malachi rockin his Houston Rockets taggie his Ghi made for him


wow that's a cute dude
precious little crossed feet

posing with his legs crossed--Molly calls it his old man pose

Mommy bragging about her boy

put 'em up, put 'em up

I'm pretty sure he knows he's cute

Daddy and me

Mommy and me

Give me food!

he likes how daddy looks

wearing the Rockets jersey because Malachi asked me to

the Monkey and his monkey

Steve changing his first diaper ONE HANDED--may I add, he put it on backwards first

Uncle Jonathan and Aunt Jana came by to see him but Jana eluded the camera

Molly holding the dude, still hooked up to the IV. good times of over-hydrating

yawn yawn yawn... stretch stretch stretch.

Tomorrow is the day--Homecoming Day! We FINALLY get to leave our little spackled prison and go to the place Mommy's been dreaming of since 5 am Tuesday morning--HOME!!!! The past few days have been an interesting ride to say the least. We went from me telling everyone I was "READY!" to have him any day on Sunday...to thinking we were just going to a check-up on Monday to then be told we were going to be induced...to almost nine hours of labor and a C-Section ending on Tuesday...and that is just the beginning of our week!!

I have definitely been going through some serious changes. Let's start with the obvious of going from no one's mommy to the most important little boy in the world's mommy. Then there's the physical change of a giant, stretched out belly to the stapled-up skin flab that I have now. Most recently (like ten minutes ago) there is the crazy emotional change...men of pregnant women, watch out for what's coming! Malachi had a mild screaming fit and I just couldn't figure out what he wanted (I think he has bad gas...and FYI...the hospital nursery WON'T give them medicine for it. don't ask. sore topic.) and the emotion of feeling helpless to "fix" my child just made me cry with him. So poor Steve (the emotionally stable one of the bunch) just has to stare at me, hand me some tissues, and do his best to pretend like he understands.

I have the greatest, most supportive husband in the world and I cannot imagine creating such an incredible life with anyone else. This whole parenthood thing is still a mystery but I wouldn't want to figure it out without him. Steve, you are the best daddy on the planet...not to mention the incredible best friend I need right now. I love you!!

Truly unworthy,

Molly (aka mommy)