The difference...

My best friend Amy had a baby today. Evan Michael Strawser was born at 8:11 a.m., he was 8 pounds, 8 ounces, and 21 1/4 inches long. I've only seen a camera phone sized photo of him yet and I'm aching for more. I can imagine exactly how she feels today. It is so fresh in my mind the day Oliver was born. The exhaustion, the surreal-ness, the power of the day, the unbelievable notion that something so real was just made inside of you...I'm just so happy for her. Of course the things of the day that were awful--the pain of the contractions and many other things I'll spare the details on--they are receding from my mind.

In the last few weeks Oliver has become so much more fun each day. I find myself craving another baby. Not the way you want something, but the way you crave a glass of water when you are thirsty. I've already decided we will not have two children in diapers to deal with, so alas we wait until Oliver is potty-trained and of course until we are better off financially...

Sharing in Amy's adventure (however distant the sharing is)...its causing me to reminence. It's amazing the difference four months makes...Oliver--a couple weeks ago (above) v. Oliver--three/four months prior (below)...AMAZING!!!!

He was darling and now he's just so charming and fabulous and Mommy-hood, it just suits me so thoroughly--how peaceful I feel. Even in the midst of chaos. How peaceful I feel, I've never felt such a peace before. Just as amazing, is how one little tiny person can create such peace.