Our first family photo (a tired, shell-shocked, but happy family)My sister Jena once told me that she learned two things giving birth
1) That anything could hurt so much
2) That you could love another person so much
I agree on both counts and add a few more about motherhood
a 5 day old Jane outside her first home in Austin
3) That you can worry so much about another person
4) That I can put up with so much sleep deprivation and mind so little, in fact, still adore the litte pest that keeps waking me up.
5) A completely different relationship with bodily fluids. Spit up? No big deal. I've pretty much accepted that I'm just going to smell like milk for awhile--in some state of digestion. Blown out diapers? an inconvenience, sure, but just part of life. The gross factor is greatly diminished.
6) Motherhood is about being smitten. I miss my daughter when she's sleeping. I don't mind the invisible umbilical cord that still connects us (i.e., I can't go anywhere without her or at least not for long). I don't get tired of holding her. I'm smitten.
And yes, I'm tired. It's been a busy three weeks (I've been meaning to post this for at least two weeks). We had a baby, moved to Minneapolis a week later. The week after that, Eric started law school. A week after that, we moved into our own apartment (we were staying with my sister). We're now surrounded and overwhelmed by boxes. The big victory of yesterday was finding our utensils. It's amazing how much you can't make without utensils!
But I wouldn't trade this for anything. The title "Mother" still feels too big for me. But I am Jane's Mama. And I love it.
Jane is growing up so quickly. Below are pictures of her getting a bath at 5 days old.
She's detested baths up until this last Sunday. I was all geared up for her screams of protest Sunday morning but she's so grown up she likes baths now! It kind of makes me sad!
Stay tuned for more of Jane's progress and other details of the story of our learning and growing family.
Law School: classes are easier than I thought they'd be; not easy, but easier. The reading load, however, is not just harder. It's also thicker--more intricate than I thought it would be. I knew it would be hard, but this is something else. 
And I'm tired. Dead tired. But don't let the above pictures fool you--I also really enjoy law school. 
So, yes, law school is murder: it kicks my butt pretty much every day (the weekend is not an escape, merely a change in venue). But coming home to my two ladies is what I live for. The law is actually fun; but, even though it is not always apparent, what little time I get with my wife and daughter is what keeps me going. Cheesy, but true.
