Will's First Days

As you can see by the title, we settled on the nickname Will for baby William. We'd been throwing around all the various options, William, Will, Billy, Bill, Willy, Liam, Crazy-face, and settled on Will (Crazy-face was a close second) . . . because the kid looks just like his dad. I have yet to hear someone say he looks like me, other than when he was making his super-grumpy just-born face. 

Thanks, Mom. Though I do see the resemblance here.

Not to sound cliche . . . who am I kidding --- I do not care at all . . . I am LOVING this motherhood thing. It's seriously so much better than I could have ever imagined. I was certainly anticipating his arrival (if you couldn't tell from the dramatic shift in content of this blog), but I wasn't one of those people who felt bonded with the baby when he was in the womb. Websites would say things like, "Cooo, motherhood, la la la, this week, you should talk to your baby in your belly and bond with him! He must know your voice before he comes out or he won't love you, ever!" (Paraphrasing.) Yeah, talking to my belly felt RIDICULOUS. Will felt the same way. It just wasn't our thing. 

Up until the doctor handed him over to me on his birthday, I was still skeptical as to whether it was really a baby in there kicking my ribs and pushing on my bladder. I guess you could say it didn't feel real. 

But it sure does now. 

And it's the best feeling ever.

Now I leave you with this short photo spread to curb your baby Will enthusiasm for a little while,  during which time I will pen my birth story. 

It is sure to be a 50 part installment, which is to say you may just want to come back for more pictures. That's okay. Stay tuned.