Anthony did a great job summing up the birth of Eliot. The only addition I would make is that Anthony was the best coach a girl could ask for. He was my supportive, massaging, cheerleader through every contraction. I couldn't have done it without him. In fact, he was so good that the midwife was very hands-off. She didn't need to step in much at all until I started pushing, I think because she could see that Anthony had everything covered.
So, back to Easter. I'll let the pictures do most of the talking.
I love this face. Ira's trying really hard to balance the egg while attempting to smile for the picture.
Mmmm. Easter Breakfast. Ira passed up his cinnamon roll for a bowl of jelly beans.
The day before Easter, Grandma, Ant, and Ira went to the Danbury Railway Museum to ride the Bunny Express.
I'd be freaked out too Ira.
Hanging out at home.
Brother bonding? And we were wondering if Ira would regress.
Ira absolutely adores Eliot. Sometimes to the point where it's hazardous to Eliot's safety.
Mom and Dad were lifesavers! Ira had a blast with them, and I cried when they left.
Hope everyone is doing well. Next post, I'll try and keep the pictures to a select minimum. I just can't help myself.
3 comments:
Don't worry, this isn't too many photos! I love seeing your family grow.
Adorable. All of them. I have the cutest nephews.
It's your blog, post as many pictures as you want!!
Great pictures.
Totally get the overly loving to where it gets dangerous! I wouldn't have it any other way.
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