blessed

On Sunday we blessed our baby.
Nicholas Kent Andersen.
The blessing was beautiful. It made me cry, which Kent says is now my job as the mom. I get to cry at all the important events. Oh goody.

With a son this loveable, though, how could I not cry a little?

To me it's always seemed like this is the day that you become a real family,
the day you bless your first baby.

So, here we are,
The Andersen Family. But I don't feel any different yet. I still kind of feel like we're just "playing house" with this little baby. A glorified, sleep-deprived kind of "house."

Luckily, we've had some help the past week. Kent's mom, Teresa, was here last week, and then his dad and my parents flew in this weekend. Now my mom gets to stay until Saturday.
It was perfect timing. Up until last week I was really feeling good-staying pretty much on top of things, etc., but then all of the sudden I guess it just caught up to me, and I was exhausted. The grandmas came at just the right time, and I'm feeling much better already.