My little squirrel was born almost 10 weeks ago. I wish I would have taken more photos of his newborn fingers and toes. They seem so big today.
Today we drove to Albany for the newborn hearing screening. It turned out to be a failure, poor little squirrel is suffering from his first cold and he just didn't like the idea of being quiet while the audiologist played with his ears. We rescheduled for later this month. What a terrible thing, the first cold. I haven't slept much since he has been sick, sometimes a simple cough can send him screaming for three minutes, although it feels like hours.
I am starting this blog because I got that feeling that I just wanted to change things in my life. You know when you get that feeling that you can be someone different or do those things that other people find the time to do. Last night I got lost in a woman's blog. It is such a beautiful record of her life. A very open beautifully documented story. I don't want my story to get lost in my aging brain. I want my little squirrel to know all the details of how we grew up together. I can just see myself trying to dig deep to find a memory to share when he is thirty-one asking me "hey ma, what was my birth like?" "did I cry a lot?" "do you remember my first cold?"
