Mary Tobin arrived three weeks ago today (on our anniversary!). What a gift!
It’s been three weeks of cuddling, crying (hers and mine), sleeping and being awake at odd times, tiny clothes, family and friends keeping us sane. Walking to the coffee shop or Mancini’s for brunch, or taking a bath, has become our exciting adventure for the day. There’s a stack of parenting books, blowing my mind.
Mary Tobin’s an angel. She makes the best faces; her sneezes are miraculous.
Aside from staring at our daughter, I’ve been watching Gilmore Girls (thanks to Mandy who loaned me the complete set!), and watching Israel settle in to being a papa.
[Bonus: 50 Rules for Dads of Daughters, hat tip Eliza Joy. My favorite: “Somewhere between the time she turns three and her sixth birthday, the odds are good that she will ask you to marry her. Let her down gently.”]
Despite the minor upheaval in our lives, Israel insists on Christmas as usual (a war time slogan from An Avonlea Christmas: Support our Boys; Christmas as Usual).
So let me know your Christmas movie recommendations for our queue. We’ve been getting desperate and watched an ABC Family original last night from the DVR. I won’t tell you the title because it’s too embarrassing.
Lots of love from all three Ortegas!