Sacrilegious?

I feel like it's almost blasphemous to make fun of one's tiny, precious, perfect 11 day-old baby but I just can't help myself.

I took a picture of our little guy yesterday and when I saw it on my computer I died laughing.

Here's the pic:




And here's the first thing I thought of after seeing the above picture:


Isn't that horrible of me? I'm sorry Abram, I truly am. But I appreciate you brightening my day. That's gotta count for something, right?

p.s. Don't you agree though that the absolute best part about Abe's picture is his dimple? Isn't that the cutest thing ever?

FINALLY!!

He's here!!! Introducing ...

Abram Michael Christensen
7 lbs. 8 oz.
20 inches

After being induced on Saturday, March 7th at 7:38 pm (to be exact) our cute little babe was born at 11:37 p.m.


He's been good to us so far. Quiet as a mouse. And he already loves his daddy.



The labor was fast and relatively easy -- phew!

(Obviously, I haven't really had the time, not to mention the desire, to edit any of these photos so you're just going to have to deal with the off-center, straight-out-of-the-camera photos. Hopefully better ones will follow shortly.)


After he was born he just sat wide-eyed, totally chill on Scott's lap for about an hour. It was so incredible.

We are so blessed to have such a cute little boy in our family. Wish us luck on our first night home (this is when all the baby's polite hospital etiquette goes out the window, right?)!

Is it so much to ask?

To Whom It May Concern,

All I want for my birthday today is for this baby to come out.

That's it. That's all I want.

Sincerely yours,
Celia

(And maybe a few cupcakes if you just happen to be making them)

Cha-Cha-Cha-Changes

So the thing is, I'm large -- very large -- with child. My life has changed quite a bit in the past few months.

For one, I just ate half a pint of B&J's Peach Cobbler ice cream, followed by half a doughnut for dessert. And you know what? I feel fine about it.


I am now the proud owner and crazy driver of a minivan. That's what having (almost) three children will do to someone like me. People, I drive a minivan and I used to drive a Toyota Tacoma. Beesh. Talk about changes. (Don't tell anyone but I secretly love my van.)

I'm supposedly going in to be induced one week from this Saturday. Seriously? We're that close? Apparently so. The weird thing is, I haven't been half as uncomfortable with this one as I was with the first two. I do, however, have a lot more bizarre aches and pains that I never had with the first two.


For the first time, I'm going to kind of miss this little guy slithering around on the inside. It kind of gave me the creeps with Henry and Ruby but I have a new appreciation for it this time around. I can relate to what my sister Adrienne said about feeling your baby move -- it feels like it's our little secret.

If you ask Ruby what our baby's name is going to be, she'll tell you it's "Jesus" (except she pronounces it more like "Cheese-us"). I can hear it now, "And here are our lovely children Henry, Ruby, and Jesus."

Let's Give 'Em Somethin' to Fight About

Being the awesome parents that we are, we've educated our children on the beauty of the classic and timeless hairstyle -- the mullet. We've even gone so far as letting our children know that one of them has one.

So the other morning at breakfast, Ruby offers up to Henry and me the line we've coached her on before, "I ... have ... a ... mullet!"

To which he replies, "No, I have a mullet."

And of course, Ruby will not be denied her claim, "NO! I HAVE A MULLET!"

This intense debate continued back and forth for about 4.2 minutes until one of them was in tears and I had long since stopped laughing.

In my previous life (pre-pregnancy), I would have provided you with a great picture of Ruby's said mullet but I haven't picked up my camera in over a week. It's sad really.

But speaking of my pregnancy, is anyone noticing the kind of creepy, twirling baby in the corner? WE'RE GETTING CLOSE PEOPLE!