Why.

My son, Elliott, will be three months old tomorrow.  I know it sounds cliché, but it's crazy how fast the time flies.  It feels like just yesterday we brought him home from the hospital - that first night home was one of the scariest nights of my life.  My husband Cal and I were now in charge of this brand new life; what a huge responsibility.  That night Elliott cried non-stop, we tried everything to console him: we fed, changed, jiggled and wiggled, burped and rocked him.  Looking back now I'm sure he was mostly gassy and partly felt our insecurities and fed from them.  Gosh I wish someone had told me about gripe water back then, it sure would have come in handy!  Finally we were able to put him to sleep by standing with him, rocking back and forth to the music we'd listened to most frequently when he was in the womb.  My husband and I both felt sorely lacking on that first night.  Luckily with tons of prayer and lots of advice we realized we could raise this beautiful boy.  There are still frequently times of semi panic, but we're learning as we go.  I decided to write this blog to help catalogue my thoughts, hopes, dreams, and memories so they won't be forgotten or overlooked in the future.  So here is the story of my family as we grow.