A quick little slideshow

I was messing around with my new computer that I HAD to buy (my other laptop crashed..nuts) and I made a quick video of the latest pics we had on our camera. We took these over the past couple days. It's certainly not academy-award material, and it truly took about 10 minutes, but it was kind of fun. The music is awful (its the sample music on the computer) and its a little cheezy...but it will give you an idea of how much she has grown in such a short time.

Our little Grace is so precious...and I'm so ridiculously biased :)

Grace's favorite past-time

This blog is dedicated to really the only thing that (at this point) Grace enjoys doing, and that would sucking on poor Angela's tata's.

Anglea has had quite the task of helping Grace to taste, latch, fill-up, and poop the baby nectar of the gods...

She has had a few hiccups, with mastitis, hamburger nipples, a few shark bites, and engorgement (i didn't even know that was a word that could explain boobs).

What I am so impressed about is her will to continue..that despite the pain, despite the frustration, despite the work it takes to help Grace drink and be merry, she powers through with an amazingly positive attitude. I get more frustrated for her, but she is dilligent and heartset, every three hours, to fill our precious baby with the best goods that money can't buy (at least in this country...)

On a more serious note, I am so thankful for how dedicated Angela is to breastfeeding, to taking the absolute best care of our daughter, and selflessly sacrificing all comfort, dignity, and clean shirts for her well being.

Man I love my wife...cause I sure as hell couldn't do it.

Amazing Grace

I am a father..
I can't believe it.

I am a father..
I always wondered what this would feel like.

I am a father..
I never dreamed my life could change so suddenly.

I am your father..
And it is absolutely the greatest joy I have ever experienced.

The last week has been incredibly surreal. We welcomed Grace Rose with the rising sun (overlooking Newport Harbor, I might add) at 8:37 last Monday morning. The next succeeding seven days are a complete blur. Between (in no particular order) hospital beds, sleepless nights, hiccups, smelly umbilical cords, black/green/yellow/orange poop, wonderful (home cooked)meals (thanks mom and Carol!!), RCA (rocking chair ass), cheezy baby music, family, mastitis, blissful cooing, sporadic smiles, urine fingers, cabin fever, emotions galore, boppys, binkys, and blankeys {deep breath}... We have been hazed into the fraternity of parenthood.

While it is certainly the most amazing experience ever, and holding your baby girl for the first time melts you to the core, and everything she does is uncharted territory, it isn't easy...but WHAT IS that's even remotely worthwhile?

I am so grateful for:
* God's love and faithfulness
* My healthy baby girl
* The strongest and most devoted wife/mom ever
* Coffee
* Wine
* Support from family
* visits from friends
* messages from facebook
* vibrating bassinet
* 3 hours of successive sleep
* naps
* pancakes in a bottle