Once upon a time... I woke up in the middle of the night to a fussy baby and had an idea... now whether an "idea" that comes to you at 4am of a sleepless night should be considered and epiphany or something that should be forgotten like a bad dream, well.. you tell us! Either way, this blog was born.
Now let me play catch-up for a few minutes. Our journey began when about 10 months ago my not-yet-hubby and I decided to finally grow up and start a family. Then came 40 full weeks of a growing tummy along with all the beautiful, yucky, ouchy, and wonderful elements that come with it. Then of course half of the pregnancy was laced with nerve-wrecking wedding-planning months but it all came down to a fantastic night with family and friends.
Now I must say that even before she was born, Lily was already a fantastic and very smart baby (minus the daily bouts of hiccups that totally rendered me incapable to concentrate on anything). She was due on January 1st and for those of you who are Russian or know anything about Russian culture, know that New Years is a huge holiday for us, much like Christmas to many of you. So as you can imagine I was not elated with the idea of spending a New Years in the hospital and much less for my little girl to share her special day with a huge holiday like this. And there I was, telling my little one inside the tummy to wait and skip Christmas and New Years. I was willing to keep her nice, warm and extra-cozy (due to rapid decrease of space for her to maneuver in) for a few extra days.
I think that our little girl decided that mommy was right and that she deserves a birth-day of her own, unshared by millions of people celebrating a turn of the year. On January 4th, at 4:54am Lily decided to greet the world, with the beautiful sounds... of her cries. She's a wonderful baby girl and we absolutely love her adorable face, lovely smiles, cute "ag-oo" sounds, uncoordinated arm/feet movements and even her banshee-like demands or food/changing/cuddles/food/changing/food/entertainment... well you get the idea.
In conclusion to our introduction of this blog's writers - I am T, a sleep-deprived milk dispenser and D is a sleep-deprived puddle of goo (yes, he melts anytime Lily is being her cute self, which is all the time - so "melted" is his permanent state of being as of January 4th).
So now you are all up to speed with our lives. We will follow up with thoughts, ideas, observations, senseless babble that our sleep-deprived minds conjure and anything else we feel like posting. Oh and of course pictures and videos of Lily as she grows.
That's all for now,
-T
Now let me play catch-up for a few minutes. Our journey began when about 10 months ago my not-yet-hubby and I decided to finally grow up and start a family. Then came 40 full weeks of a growing tummy along with all the beautiful, yucky, ouchy, and wonderful elements that come with it. Then of course half of the pregnancy was laced with nerve-wrecking wedding-planning months but it all came down to a fantastic night with family and friends.
Now I must say that even before she was born, Lily was already a fantastic and very smart baby (minus the daily bouts of hiccups that totally rendered me incapable to concentrate on anything). She was due on January 1st and for those of you who are Russian or know anything about Russian culture, know that New Years is a huge holiday for us, much like Christmas to many of you. So as you can imagine I was not elated with the idea of spending a New Years in the hospital and much less for my little girl to share her special day with a huge holiday like this. And there I was, telling my little one inside the tummy to wait and skip Christmas and New Years. I was willing to keep her nice, warm and extra-cozy (due to rapid decrease of space for her to maneuver in) for a few extra days.
I think that our little girl decided that mommy was right and that she deserves a birth-day of her own, unshared by millions of people celebrating a turn of the year. On January 4th, at 4:54am Lily decided to greet the world, with the beautiful sounds... of her cries. She's a wonderful baby girl and we absolutely love her adorable face, lovely smiles, cute "ag-oo" sounds, uncoordinated arm/feet movements and even her banshee-like demands or food/changing/cuddles/food/changing/food/entertainment... well you get the idea.
In conclusion to our introduction of this blog's writers - I am T, a sleep-deprived milk dispenser and D is a sleep-deprived puddle of goo (yes, he melts anytime Lily is being her cute self, which is all the time - so "melted" is his permanent state of being as of January 4th).
So now you are all up to speed with our lives. We will follow up with thoughts, ideas, observations, senseless babble that our sleep-deprived minds conjure and anything else we feel like posting. Oh and of course pictures and videos of Lily as she grows.
That's all for now,
-T
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