Nate holding Toonces at 4 in the morning
before we left for the hospital 10-18-07.
Nate holding Webber a few days later
for a picture of the 4 generations of Sylvester men.
The many faces of Webber.
Aunt Punchy helping Webber model his HUGE infant-sized clothing. (No, his legs are not that long and made of noodles.) Thank goodness for premie clothes. And premie diapers. Seriously.
Webber's first outing, 1 week old. A walk in town Hallowell on a beautiful fall afternoon. I realized when we got back from that walk that I forgot to shower that day. And by then it was practically the next day, so, you know... why bother? My son still feeds from me, and his nose is right smack in armpit vicinity.
Dad and son...
Thoughts of the week:
These pictures do not do justice to Webber's cuteness. Would it be too far fetched to think I could spontaneously absorb some photography skills and/or a better camera?
Who needs sleep, anyway?
Thank you to friends and family for love and support = food, clothes, space, well wishes.
Life is good.
-- Nicky and Nate and Webber
Day 11
No I don't think I'll keep up the daily counting forever...
