More pictures than you ever wanted to see: click the album below.
Sunday, January 21, 2007
Saturday, January 20, 2007
Welcome to the World!
January 17th, 2007, 10:02pm, arrived Seville Megan 6lbs 14oz, and very very cute. 
Mommy and Baby, just after birth. As Jared put it, it was a little more "adventurous" than we'd planned. She was born a little early by emergency c-section (no, this was not like E.R. with George Clooney-like doctors running down hallways calling other hot nurses to hurry up and save lives. Nevertheless, it had to happen pretty quickly -- a story I'll tell later)
1 Hour old.
Mommy looking at Baby
Little Seville sucks on Daddy's fingers.
Mommy & Baby day 2
Mommy and Baby, just after birth. As Jared put it, it was a little more "adventurous" than we'd planned. She was born a little early by emergency c-section (no, this was not like E.R. with George Clooney-like doctors running down hallways calling other hot nurses to hurry up and save lives. Nevertheless, it had to happen pretty quickly -- a story I'll tell later)
1 Hour old.
Mommy looking at Baby
Little Seville sucks on Daddy's fingers.
Mommy & Baby day 2Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Richard Parker investigates the Snow
... don't worry. Pretty soon we'll have a real baby and won't be weird "cat people" who think other people think their cat pictures are cute. I know you don't. I know to you-all Richard Parker just looks like every other cat in the world. But he's REALLY cute, I swear!
Sunday, January 14, 2007
My Baby Shower
Tamara threw me the greatest baby shower yesterday! I am so overwhelmed by my friends' generosity and support. Thank you everyone!
So Tamara decided that instead of doing a bunch of cheesy shower games, we'd do something a little unconventional: Belly Painting! We had a theme of fruits and flowers: things that represent fertility and blooming into being. My mom painted my baby's head (upside down, hopefully she'll turn that way -- she's breech at the moment), and then everyone else contributed whatever they wanted.
I loved this! I love the idea of celebrating the big pregnant tummy with art.
The finished product!
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
My Body
Here is me, two and a half years ago, just before I got married:
Here is me last week:
And the great thing about it? I feel more like a beautiful goddess now than ever.
I was actually a little shocked to come across that old picture of myself, because I remember how I "felt" about my body at the time. I felt hot n' all, but I remember being still self-conscious about various lumpy places and squishy places and feeling like I needed to get in better shape all the time. Weird to me, now, because I look at that picture and think, "Man! I was a hot little number!" I mean... I don't think I knew how hot I was, ever the self-critic (I think all girls are this way).
Last night I was at the Blazers/Celtics game and the blazer dancers were dancing in all their bare-midriffed glory. I couldn't take my eyes off their cute, flat, little navels. Having the hugest navel ever at the moment, complete with stretched and pregnant outtie, there is something
magnetic to me about those tiny little adorned bellybuttons. And yet, I also couldn't help but notice the slight and subtle differences one between the other. Some girls had the teensiest bit of pooch, or a more curvy waist, or whatever. I remember when I was doing a lot of modern and jazz dance how much I would compare myself to other girls, and can only imagine it's the same for the Blazer Dancers. Every single one of these girls has an amazing figure, worthy of a magazine spread. And yet, I have no doubt that every single one of them likely stresses and frets about it all the time, looks at the others girls, laments the parts of her own body that are less perfect than the next girl.
We women are so hard on ourselves.
And I hope my little daughter will be immune to all this. But I know she won't be. And so I hope
she is beautiful. But what if she's not? How can I teach her to be beautiful without patronizing her or feeding her lines? How can I be sensitive to the reality she would face but still bolster her own sense of herself? I know beauty has so much more to do with confidence and manner than with waist size and nose-profile, but I still know that those things are so real in a woman's world, they cannot be ignored or dismissed. As much as I feel like a goddess with my current body, I still cringe when I see pictures of myself over the holidays. I have that "pregnant-fat-face" thing that happens. And my "hips" are ginormous. And there are some things that are just hard to get over, even if you know it's all for a baby. If I can't get over this stuff, how can I teach a little girl to be immune?
Here is me last week:
And the great thing about it? I feel more like a beautiful goddess now than ever.I was actually a little shocked to come across that old picture of myself, because I remember how I "felt" about my body at the time. I felt hot n' all, but I remember being still self-conscious about various lumpy places and squishy places and feeling like I needed to get in better shape all the time. Weird to me, now, because I look at that picture and think, "Man! I was a hot little number!" I mean... I don't think I knew how hot I was, ever the self-critic (I think all girls are this way).
Last night I was at the Blazers/Celtics game and the blazer dancers were dancing in all their bare-midriffed glory. I couldn't take my eyes off their cute, flat, little navels. Having the hugest navel ever at the moment, complete with stretched and pregnant outtie, there is something
magnetic to me about those tiny little adorned bellybuttons. And yet, I also couldn't help but notice the slight and subtle differences one between the other. Some girls had the teensiest bit of pooch, or a more curvy waist, or whatever. I remember when I was doing a lot of modern and jazz dance how much I would compare myself to other girls, and can only imagine it's the same for the Blazer Dancers. Every single one of these girls has an amazing figure, worthy of a magazine spread. And yet, I have no doubt that every single one of them likely stresses and frets about it all the time, looks at the others girls, laments the parts of her own body that are less perfect than the next girl.We women are so hard on ourselves.
And I hope my little daughter will be immune to all this. But I know she won't be. And so I hope
she is beautiful. But what if she's not? How can I teach her to be beautiful without patronizing her or feeding her lines? How can I be sensitive to the reality she would face but still bolster her own sense of herself? I know beauty has so much more to do with confidence and manner than with waist size and nose-profile, but I still know that those things are so real in a woman's world, they cannot be ignored or dismissed. As much as I feel like a goddess with my current body, I still cringe when I see pictures of myself over the holidays. I have that "pregnant-fat-face" thing that happens. And my "hips" are ginormous. And there are some things that are just hard to get over, even if you know it's all for a baby. If I can't get over this stuff, how can I teach a little girl to be immune?
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