Beatiful boy

We were lucky enough to have Brooke take some newborn pictures of David. They turned out amazing so I had to steal some from her blog to post here. Thanks again Brooke--we love them.

A couple of cuties

I'm convinced that David (or Davie as we are calling him) is a little clone of Ben. If we were going to have a repeat performance, Ben's not a bad kid to copy. Take a look at these two and tell me if you can figure out who's who.








Safe to say, Cam and I know how to make a cute kid.

Little man

Short story: David Steven made his appearance at 11:50 a.m. He weighs 6 lbs 6 oz, is 18 in. long, and has TONS of black hair. Ben is clearly thrilled.


Longer story: We went in this morning for our scheduled induction. Good thing too, since apparently I'm not very good about being able to tell when I'm in labor. I was almost dilated to a 5 and mostly effaced. Apparently, I was uncomfortable for a reason. Go figure. We only needed a little prompting from some pitocin and some help breaking my water and we were well on our way to having a baby. Start to finish the whole thing took less than 4 hours. It was such a different experience from Ben.

We walked in the hospital this morning without a name and after looking at that dark head of hair, Cam thought it appropriate to name this little guy after his grandpas--so David Steven it is.

He's been a great eater and a good little guy during the first few hours of his life. We're totally smitten with him.

*Eviction Notice*

So, baby. . . the doctor and I had a little convo and turns out you have less than a week of this cozy uterus dwelling in your future. Don't get me wrong--you're free to come earlier if you'd like. But consider yourself served.


Yes, I am actually THAT large. And, yes, we are still rockin' paper shades months after having moved into our house. It's on the list.