Our Sea of Reeds

Two miracles in one day:

1. Our favorite Ethiopian restaurant actually reopened, and
2. Soren did pretty well in his first dining out experience.

We are both losing a little bit of steam. Lisa is really missing actual adult conversation and being outside of the house, and i am missing feeling actually well rested and creative. I think that we both feel a little less than interesting-- something happens with the repetition of changing a diaper and heating up breast milk.

Our biggest challenge so far is probably doing all this without any significant help. Our families are pretty far away, and we can't seem to work out the timing with friends and coworkers who volunteer to help. So we end up passing the baby to each other kind of a lot. I'm definitely putting faith in an idea other than a nuclear family (oh, sorry Mr. President-- i mean "nucular"). Right now, the idea of having a live-in aunt, or a cousin Charles, or being on a hippie commune definitely has its draws. I could even agree with our almost-first female president, and say that I could see how this would take a whole village.

What i keep reading, though, is that no matter how difficult things seem, they are always do-able. Everything in life seems to be too difficult at one point or another, and if you stop and think it out and plan it out, it just won' t happen. But my hero Roots Manuva would say, Chin high, head up we step right to it/ The choice is there ain't no choice but to pursue it. Basically, you walk straight into the fire, and then marvel as it all seems to work out. My brother Ben commented on the story of Moses parting the Red Sea so that the children of Israel could walk through. According to him, many scholars translate "Red Sea" to be "Sea of Reeds." Maybe we can't part the crashing seas of parenthood, but i bet we can part some reeds.

Our baby vampire. Only awakens from 10pm to 2am every day.

I have to say that drinking wine never made so much sense. You go, Jesus.

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I don't know if people know this, but we have a career of electrical engineer/computer programmer picked out for our son, so that he doesn't suffer a similar fate of a working artist/musician. However, he's already picked a career as a philosophy professor, as I'm sure you can see in these photos.