holding a baby- me and luke shell

i am somewhat afraid of newborns. when luke was two weeks old, i refused to hold him- didnt want to drop him or accidentaly toss him if i spontaniously jerked. at four weeks old, his mother decided without telling me that i should hold him while she did something and pushed him on me before either of us were ready (and boy did he cry) but by five weeks, luke and i were familiar and prepared to get a little closer


(i didnt know my nose looked like that from any angle)

building relationships-with lovers, friends, children, animals- is a process, and one i enjoy.

Song of the day: were going to be friends- white stripes