This last weekend we decided to give Young Old his first true taste of the outside world. Immature immune system be damned, we were going stir crazy and had to get out of our apartment and do something besides cleaning up processed-milk leakage. So we set out for the Hollywood neighborhood's lovely farmer's market, a veritable bonanza of local, and usually organic, foods. It was a lot of fun watching Young Old's reactions to the sounds, colors, and smells. When he wasn't sleeping or wincing from the retinal sun damage, he seemed to be enjoying himself, as much as a two week-old former fetus can.
Old -That'd be me. The name originates from close high school friends, and has something to do with broken ankles, illegal beer, and the wisdom of the Ancients. You'll have to ask them.
Young -The little guy who made his appearance into our world late August of 2008. He's been granted the title of Young Old, and we're deeply and madly infatuated with him. Hopefully the title of the blog makes sense now for what is essentially a lengthy love letter to our son.
Mama K -My lovely wifey, the one actually doing all the work, bless her heart. My heroine for going through the incubation process; I don't think I'd have lasted a day.
Frisco the Cat -Our jealous attack cat, whom I'm betting will be paw-deep in some droll anecdotes very soon. RIP, baby, RIP. We miss you.
Youngest- Born into our lives mid-2011, Youngest Old's tale can be found at Mama K's journal: thegiftofjune.blogspot.com. I love you equally, son, but I'm all blogged out.
i absolutely ♥ this blog. it makes me want to buy a ticket out west solely to cuddle with young.
ReplyDeleteHe's getting so big so fast! Josh (Mama K's old roomie) and I have been reading your blog daily and cooing over YoungOld. We love the updates.
ReplyDelete~Kristal (married to Josh)