Our Newest Bite! {Welcome, Baby Will!}

So I’m going to straight-up warn y’all that this is not a recipe post. Because we’re coming off of a major holiday, we figure lots and lots of people are off work and on vacations and hanging out with their families and not perusing the internet for recipes, so if you are looking for recipes, we have lots and lots of them to browse through, just not in this post. Also, if you don’t like babies or stories about babies or pictures of babies, you’re also excused to check out the recipes. Because this post is about babies. Not food. We’ll get back to cooking next week.

I wish I had some dramatic tale to tell about my water breaking  in the middle of Target or going into labor and not being able to reach my husband on his cell phone while he was at work–I think movies and TV have really raised my expectations in terms of how much drama I think my life should contain. What really happened was that last Thursday, my alarm woke me up at 4:15 am, I took a shower, did my hair, put on makeup (don’t mock me…I wanted to look cute for all those post-baby pictures that never happened. I’d show you the pictures we did finally get, but I don’t want to scare you all), and threw a few last-minute things like a flat iron (ha!!) into my suitcase.

Because my first baby did arrive in a rather dramatic fashion, I get to have c-sections. I’ll spare you the icky details, but I will say that of all my c-sections, this one was hands-down the most pleasant. If there is such a thing.

William Samuel Jones arrived at 8:16 am, screaming and hungry. He was 8 pounds 1 ounce and 21 inches long.

I spent the first 36 hours of his life convinced that I had a grumpy, mean baby, but it turns out he was just hungry. He comes by his hunger-induced grumpy meanness naturally. He’s actually a very sweet, happy, healthy, super-alert baby…

whose loves include the lady with the milk (me), the chenille side of his burp cloths, and snuggling. Dislikes include being naked, his car seat, and that mean nurse who used every trick in the book to wake him up so I could feed him when he wasn’t interested in eating. He told me all about how much he didn’t like her for the next 9 hours, which made me kind of dislike her, too.

Will’s big brother and sister think he’s pretty cute, although not nearly as exciting as they had hoped.

They’ve been busy hanging out with Grandma, so I’m not sure reality has set in. Although maybe it hasn’t set in for any of us because I kind of like waking up with him at night right now. We’ll see how long that lasts.

Thank you so much for all of your kindness and well-wishes over the last week (heck, over the last 9 months). We have the best blog readers ever and are so grateful you let us share a little bit of our lives with all of you.