…and he looks just like his mommy. He has daddy’s hands though. Also, his eyes are gray with brown. It’s still early, so they may get lighter. If you are wondering what nationality he is: he is Jewish and Filipino. Yeah, just like comedian Rob Schneider.
Here we have him in the park outside for some fresh air. Both my fiancee and I have slept less than three-four hours each night (broken, might I add); I’m having seizures from the sleep deprivation. I’m still unsure as to how writers manage family life and work without taking a sabbatical: the crying, the diaper changings, the feedings every three hours. Sometimes you have to sacrifice a part of you or something you grew up on, at least for a little while. And most of the time it is well worth it. Yeah, I know. I still have like thirty different subs out though, which is cool.
Baby Shaw looks like mommy yet again. That’s a large caramel swirl latte on the bench.
I’m the pale exhausted white guy. Shaw doesn’t seem too happy with my new haircut. I shaved my head yesterday. I know I won’t be able to get to a barber for some time with these late night feeding rituals, so I said the hell with it. I just had it taken all off.
This is just a Kodak moment. He’s only a few days old and look at him, turning his head to smile with mommy for the picture. Once again, they look alike. He’s a messy baby, that’s for sure. His current hobbies include: pooping on his foot, eating his hand while shaking his head, hiccuping after you feed him, hiccuping if you don’t feed him, grinning devilishly, and throwing up through his nose over daddy’s designer shirt.
Anyway, these are just some latest pics. I’ll add them to “Unplanned Parenthood” when I get a chance.
Lawrence
Filed under: Miracles, Parenthood
