One week old. Let the adventures begin!

First of all, I don't know why the number on the baby counter thing is going up. I tried to get rid of the whole thing but it's not working.

Finn was one week old yesterday and we had lots of adventures. First we went to a breastfeeding support class with my mom. Although we're not having any problems with it, I wanted to get him weighed to make sure he was getting enough. And he is. He actually weighed 6 pounds, 8 ounces and was born at 5 / 13. I almost had a heart attack - but they weighed him with his clothes on, so he's really like 6 pounds 2 or 3 ounces. Still good though. I also got some great tips that ended up letting me get sleep for three hours straight two times last night.

Then we went to tea. Yes tea. My mother got hysterical when I told her what we were doing. I guess we don't strike her as the "going to tea" kinda people.

Then we tried out the stroller and walked up to my mom's apartment.

We had a good nights sleep last night and everyone is happy.

Finn gets to meet Grandpa tonight and go up to Central Park with our friend Camron.

From 5/30/08 - One week old

"Our adventure begins. Time to get out of my pajamas"

"Where the hell are we going? To tea? Oh for God's sake. Ridiculous!"

"So this is the good Ole' Upper West Side, huh Daddy"?

"Mommy had to go find somewhere to nurse. Wasn't easy. We ended up on a stoop right outside the restaurant"

"OK, people. That's enough of that. I'm tired. And why am I in the dog bed?"

The family

Daddy!Grandma and Finn

My family

I have to say . . . I am shocked that I have a blond baby. Todd was /is blond. There is no reason for me to be surprised. And yet, everytime I look at him, I think, "Really? Blond"? I never in a million years expected that.

Finn - 6 days old

Oh my god with the tiredness. I'm goin' on 2 hours of sleep from last night and I've decided I don't like that. Still want to write the whole labor story but can't seem to find the time. I have, however, taken 8000 pictures, of which I'll post but a mere handful. Todd had a photo shoot at the apartment today (really . . . . ?, yes, yes he did.) The photographer got some great shoots of Todd and Finn and I was behind him taking pictures also. Which is why there are pictures of Todd with a nail up his nose holding Finn. He doesn't normally just walk around with the baby and a nail up his nose. Then I got overtired and beyond cranky and totally lost my shiznet and kicked the photographer out so I could lay down. OK, behold the cutest baby ever on the planet. Also known as Todd's mini-me.

We're home

Todd brought Finn and I home from the hospital this afternoon. We were there for four days. Finn was born Friday night at 9:24 PM. He's very little, at 5 pounds, 15 oz's. I apparently gave birth to the perfect child. He is truly the perfect baby. Every day he looks more and more like Todd. He's has my eyes though. I will post the labor and delivery story tomorrow or Thursday. But, mother of God, C-sections are a BITCH!!! I was pretty stunned that I had to have one. I'm still pretty sore and although the breast feeding thing is going well, that also hurts like nobody's business. So - couple more days and then be prepared to be bombarded with pictures and baby stories. In the meantime here are a handful from the hospital. (My mom sent a lot of these out already , so if your on her "list", you may have seen these). Oh - and Todd rocked!!!!

Finn is Here!

This is post is being made by Finn's father, Todd.

On May 23rd, 2008 at 9:24pm EST, Phineas Taylor "Finn" Robbins came into this world. He is a joyously dinky little fellow at 5 pounds, 15 ounces. Krista will post all the details, but I will tell you that she had a c section due to a complication that arose during labor. Mother and baby are doing GREAT. Daddy and bourbon are doing even better.

I love my wife so much it hurts and my son is the greatest thing EVER.

So, this Memorial Day Weekend is a Labor Day Weekend for us.

It's time

So after being told yesterday by the doctor that this baby wasn't coming out this week - I woke up with contractions this morning. They are now about five minutes apart and they suck. Mama's on her way. We're gonna try to stick this out at home for as long as possible and then head over to NYU. So looks like tonight, or maybe tomorrow morning if things are slow.

Yikes!

Nope

But I did clean the mother out of my bathroom and kitchen. Like q-tips and toothbrushes were used. That's nesting right? I'm nesting. I usually bring in a maid, so the fact that I did it myself, that I WANTED to do it myself, must mean something. Other then that . . . . nothing. I go to the doctor tomorrow . . . .so I guess I'll know more then.

39 Weeks - still no Finn

Tattoo Convention

So today was both the 9th Avenue Food Festival and the New York Tattoo Convention. I wandered/waddled through both. Todd and I ate our way up 9th Avenue this morning and then I went over to the tattoo convention this afternoon. My brother Michael has a booth there. Then down to the Village this evening for crepes with Camron. It was a big walking day and I'm starting to feel every block I walked. So here is a picture of my brothers Michael, Peter and I at the convention today.

Still no

I'm due a week from Monday. Nothing is leading me to believe it will be before that - except for my willing him out. Went to the doctor today. I'm a 1/2 centimeter dilated so I guess he'll come out eventually.

Congratulations Scott and Shannon!!!

Shannon had Eliza Kate on May 8th. She came in at 7 pounds.

No, not yet.

13 days to go. He's going to be just like his father and procrastinate until the very last second. Then when he does finally make his debut and I'm pissed, he'll say . . ."What? I did it. I'm here, right?" And I'll say, "Yes, but ten days late". "Am I here mom? Did I get it done? Calm down. Now, let's talk about this breastfeeding business " Just like Todd (and a little like comedy)

36 1/2 weeks

I'll be full-term on Sunday. So anytime really. But I'm officially due in three weeks. I'm actually feeling pretty good. My hips and back are a little sore but that seems to be the only issue. After spending the past few weeks telling everyone that would listen that I'm totally over being pregnant - I'm now at a point where I want to try to enjoy every last minute of these last few weeks while he's still in there. As portable . . . and quiet . . . as he'll ever be. So here I am as of today, nine months pregnant.