Dear Harrison,
You have had a busy last few days.
We visited your pediatrician this week when you were 6 days old. You passed your visit with flying colors. You were down only 5 ounces from your birth weight and the doc was happy to report you are not jaundice. But we knew your coloring was beautiful already. We will go back when you are 2 months old.
| With Dr. Bigham aka Quentin Tarantino |
After your trip to the doc, we went to visit your friend Cadence at Vanderbilt Children's Hospital. She shared your due date and was born 08.02.12. And I am happy to report she is finally home. So happy for you Jenny and Erik to be home with your precious little girls.
| Riding in the car |
That same evening you had a major spit up incident and scared your Momma and made her cry for over an hour. Your Dad asked what am I going to do when he gets his heart broken. My response to that was kick the girls butt or write her a strongly worded letter. I'm not too concerned as you have many protectors already little man. You are very loved.
Later that same night you endured your first Middle Tennessee thunderstorm. You will find out they can be scary but also you can get your best sleep during one unless it's a tornado...
| You love sitting and sleeping in your Boppy |
Yesterday we had our 2nd newborn session with Aunt BK to get a few shots we could not get at home or outside. During the session you were also a model for TrickyKnits. You were a pro my love. Brooke only had 2 blankets to wash. And you saved a major poop until we got home. Thank you for that.
Now the visitors are getting less and less and we are feeling more settled into somewhat of a routine with you being a newborn. Next week is your Dad's last week off before school starts back and I am very sad. I hope we have many hours together just as our little family of three as these days of your perfect smell, crossed eyes, bobble head, and tiny little body will be gone too soon. We wish we could keep you like this forever but we do have big hopes and dreams for your future.
| I love these toes. |
I love you my pumpkin.
Momma


















