I’ve been hesitant to call my son by his name on this blog ever since we decided on one for him.  No real reason, really.  I’ve done some reading about why some parents choose to not share photos or information about their children on the internet, and some of the reasons ring true for me–letting out children create their own online identities when they’re old enough, less sensitive, personal information about myself and my child “out there” for everyone to see, and all that.  And yet, his name, along with possibly a bazillion pictures, are all over my Facebook wall.  Maybe I’ve left his name off of this blog to-date because this site casts a wider net than the reach of my personal Facebook page, but I really hadn’t given the subject much thought one way or another. So, after a discussion with my hubby about what kind of information we want to share about our son on the internet, we think it’s time we officially introduce him.

Meet Lenny.

photo credit Gena Golas

photo credit Gena Golas

This is Lenny.  This picture is when I met Lenny for the first time.  He looked up at me and pointed that cute little nose in my direction and I just had to kiss it.  I do have a picture of me doing just that, but I like this one because I like to think he’s smiling a little.  Yes, it was love at first sight.

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photo credit Gena Golas

This is Lenny.  Just a day old and looking very much like my father.  Even as he gets a little older, I still see a resemblance.  I can’t wait to see what he grows up to look like.

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photo credit Gena Golas

This is Lenny.  Even at a day old, he was a good sleeper.

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photo credit Gena Golas

This is Lenny.  He was born during a blizzard and those first few weeks were snowy and cold, and yet we hunkered down in his nursery in front of the window in the sun in order to get rid of his jaundice.  These skin-to-skin nursing and snuggling sessions were my favorite part of maternity leave.

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photo credit Gena Golas

This is Lenny, milk-drunk and quite possibly dreaming of more milk.

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photo credit Gena Golas

This is Lenny.  When he was born, his ears were kind of bent and flattened.  Fighter’s ears, my brother-in-law called them.  If you look close enough, they’re also fuzzy with a funny layer of hair.  His ears aren’t flat anymore, but they still have a bit of fuzz.  Old man ears.

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photo credit Gena Golas

This is Lenny.  For the first month of his life, I held him.  All day and all night.  It was exhausting at the time, but I find myself missing all those snuggles.

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photo credit Gena Golas

This is Lenny, snoozing in the sun.

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photo credit Gena Golas

This is Lenny, who would sleep almost anywhere…as long as it was on me.

 

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photo credit Gena Golas

This is Lenny, who smiles even in his sleep.

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photo credit Gena Golas

This is Lenny.  He’s not always happy, of course…

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photo credit Gena Golas

…but he is the happiest baby I know.

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photo credit Gena Golas

This is Lenny. My sporty little man.

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photo credit Gena Golas

This is Lenny.  And he’s all ours.

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