the first (sleepy) ten weeks of dear el...

girls with dark hair in bed.

happy birthday beautiful rebekah

my heart belongs to Daddy.

One week old.

i'm not normally a huge fan of words on clothing, but this just says it.   or rather, his heart belongs to El.  Yes it does.

a beginning

this was taken on the first day of the rest of my life.  i know everyone says that, but it's true, so i'll borrow it here from every parent that's come before me.  oh my goodness.  Eleanor Lake Allbritton.  she came early early in the morning on a Monday in late Feb.  yes, it's almost cinco de Mayo but someone it took me this long (i forgot my passwrd to login to blog, for starters.)  and i've been staring at her and studying her every move which takes up most of days.  but anyways.  here we go again.  more lata... right now love, ash

Oh my.

Due in less than a week.  It's thrilling, but oh my, the bod is pretty intense...  Like, mind blowing how different I feel -- even day to day.  I guess it's just nature's way of making sure pregnant mommas don't mind getting down & dirty and having their babes, no matter the physical ness of it, when 40 ish wks rolls around.  I hope our girl comes on time.  I am ready to meet her, ready to nuzzle & feel delirious & love sick (without some of this BODY in la way) ... more lata.  

Friday love.

Due in less than a month.  Whoo hoo.