I helped to bring the following stud muffin into this world. William Lyle, my prize.
And we shall call him Lyle.
This is he. 9 weeks old on Sunday. He is more active than I am. He kicks, stands up on our laps, moves his head all around. He's long like his daddy, impatient and emotional like his mommy.
Little Bear was 9 lbs. and introduced to life outside of me through almost 29 hours of labor. Definitely the biggest thing that has ever happened to me. Definitely.
He has already met some of his cousins, friends, aunts and uncles. He's been to Meridian and Nashville, and on his way to Oxford this weekend.
And we discovered he is a charming little thing.
He loves shapes, my milk, his swing, his carseat, and his choop. He makes wonderful noises, some loud and big, and some sweet and soft.
He has a plentitude of facial expressions, each cuter than the next.
I can't wait to get him out of his crib every morning.
To see what he looks like, acts like, how he's changed.
Life has changed.
Alas, that is all I have time to write.