Pink Coyote

about a boy

Its all about this little dreamboat. Anyone nauseated by other people's baby pictures can select the "back" button on her browser at this time. Likely there will be many more where this came from until I reclaim my identity in about twenty or thirty years. The last two and a half weeks have been very different from anything I have ever known. Moving house aside, just bringing this little boy into our lives has had a tremendous effect on both B and I. Being with him daily is a full time affair, our bodies are in contact for almost the full twenty four hours. I am learning so much about patience and more about my own anxieties. I get a bit nervous if he won't stop crying. In the beginning, I was breastfeeding constantly (he's quite the comfort sucker). Now I'm guiding us both into longer sleep and longer eating periods to save both our sanities. I was really starting to feel like the human udder or teats on legs as I like to say. Its been somewhat heartbreaking and also very relieving at the same time. When he is well rested he is so much happier. The journey into new parenthood is a strange one: full of twists and turns on a completely unfamiliar road. I fear the potholes and unseen cliffs without guardrails... I love him so much. Also noteworthy is how having a babe hilights a relationship. If your marriage is strong and wonderful, a baby exaggerates that (vomit now). Seriously, it is incredible to watch my mate thrive and bloom at fatherhood. Even better is having him change poopy diapers while I sleep. Hey! I'm the one with the boobs, I need some kind of break... When the honeymoon is over, I'm sure I will have plenty to say about art and earth, relationships and magic. Until then, I will continue to oogle over this amazing creature in my lap. Love and snurgles, P.

tiempo esta ahorita

of course he's the most precious thing ever. i can't stop looking at him. i'm back, ya'll. i took off the entire month of september to move house and home and have this baby. i have missed blogging and checking in on all of you, and don't know where to begin to get back into the swing of my cyber relationships. all i can think of is loving this boy. he is one week and one day old today and life has a whole new light around it. its a good thing because conditions are a bit adverse at times here on the new homestead. we have had a laundry list of problems and adjustments to make that have interfered with our idea of how we would have liked to spend our first week with Miles Lighthorse Campbell-but we are invoking the coyote: adaptability. baby is already teaching us-reminding us-of what is MOST important, and that is being present and holding gratitude in our hearts for everything. we are blessed in so many ways. i received an email from a dear friend of mine who is serving in the slums of baghdad where trash is piled stories high and raw sewer reservoirs provide the view and olfactory stimulation. life is a series of adjustments to environment each day. my shortcomings are hilighted as a new parent. i see myself in a new way, through a baby's eyes, and i get to make choices about what i want him to see. more than anything, i want to have integrity in all that i do and make each moment count. its good to be here.