Great Expectations

While it might be my first rodeo, this isn't my first blog. That one can be found over here and it is, though I say it myself, a good blog, a solid blog, with chatter on knitting, football, Harry Potter, vacations, Dave Matthews Band and other such worldly, important pre-baby topics. That one, though, doesn't feel up to speed with the fast, amazing and often spit-up sodden changes occurring daily around here. Today is the ten-week celebration of our baby's voyage into this world. She was born 7 pounds, 12 oz, 20 and 1/2 inches long, with a full head of hair and, from the moment they placed her on my chest, my heart. How easy to say it, but how impossible to really describe it. I could feel this small, naked, slippery body on mine and all previous thoughts- new mama thoughts, "what if she's crying?" "won't I want a shower?" and "what if she's all gooey?"- flew right out of my head. I held this girl, glanced at Matthew, pressed up next to me, to see the exultation, amazement, and disbelief on his face perfectly expressing my own mush of emotions, and I felt more than thought: I am completely happy.
With that sentiment still so clear in my heart, ten weeks and many, many, many loads of laundry later (with far fewer showers to match) I thought this might be the perfect time to admit, life expanded beyond my crafty, lovely, little site of old. So with no trombones or big parade to kick this off, I enter a new time in life with a new online journal to match. We'll only hope this lovely, little, expanding site will prove to be the fitting platform for the antics of this lovely, little, expanding family.