First Restaurant Trip

So, Jared had his first trip to a restaurant last night and seemed to survive it. We went to Applebee's with Ryan and Jamie last night (after watching the latest episode of Battlestar Galactica - Woo hoo!). He slept through most of the time, even though we had slow service....I even got to eat my whole meal before he woke up and decided it was his dinner time. Definitely different with a baby....Jeff and I had to squish into our side of the booth, which also had the car seat. And Jamie had to maneuver carefully into her side, as the table was closer to that side and it was skinnier. (I remember the last time we went out to eat when I was pregnant, I didn't even fit into the booth and we had to get a table!)

The only problem was a minor incident in which a crazed screaming child two booths away flung a piece of silverware all the way across the room to our booth. It looked like it almost hit sleeping Jared in the head. Fortunately it didn't, and he kept on sleeping, while we all threw dirty looks at the poor apologetic mom in the other booth. Probably lucky for her that it didn't hit him, as all four adults at the table would have most likely gone ballistic at that point. I hope Jared never throws silverware when he's older. At least not that far.

3 Weeks Old Today

It's hard to believe that 3 weeks ago I was in the hospital in labor. Now we've got a (big!) boy, who's very interested in the world around him (when he's not more interested in eating or sleeping, anyway....)! It would sure be nice if he'd sleep longer at night, but we're working on it. Ha, ha, ha.

It's very strange to think that Jared is a completely brand new individual person who didn't even exist a year ago! Isn't life amazing!

A "Birthing Prayer"

Wow.

From "The Prophet"
By Kahlil Gibran

"And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said,
'Speak to us of Children.'
And he said:
'Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as he loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable."