Day Nine...

Charlie is nine days old today - it's true what I've heard about the "newborn time vortex" - where do the days go? Perhaps they are lost in my new regular past times: breast pumping and using copious amount of wipes and diapers. Or maybe just snuggling up with our little one - we can't seem to get enough of that.

C continues to be super chill - we like to think his temperament is the result of all the yoga in utero and some sort of cosmic bone for his mom and dad who had a bumpy time conceiving, a nutty surgery while preggo, and an adventurous marriage at times.

We are on a good schedule these days and even finding some awake time to play a little. He slept in his room in the bassinet last night for the first time - much to my dismay (Me: What if he needs us in the night or gets scared? Dave: Em, he's five steps away and we have a monitor. Me: Oh, right.) - and did great.

Here are a few pictures from the last few days...


one week old ... clearly he's not sure about this pose but is humoring his mom


playing with dad


wide awake on the activity mat