Hopped in the car. No diaper bag, no kids, hot coffee. Blasted rap, country, adult contemporary. Drove over the Bay Bridge at sunrise. No traffic. Glorious journey to see my best friend and her 10 day old baby boy. This is the same friend I used to rollerblade 8 miles to high school with. The friend who used to get blasted by my mom with me for painting our toes with red nail polish on her white carpet. The friend who used to raid the fridge with me at midnight before college finals and rock out in the garage with to Enrique Iglesias and Britney Spears (Gasp! It was a phase!). Together we’ve cried through the deaths of my high school boyfriend, my father, and her husband. We’ve laughed a million laughs, been in a million immature tiffs, and gone from writing 32 page novels in each other’s yearbooks to being moms of 2…a boy and a girl each. Seems like overnight. To say we’ve been through a lot together would be an understatement. We talked about a million poses we had in mind but when the time came, we just wanted to visit. Living a 6 hour round trip drive from each other, we don’t get to do it very often anymore. Here are a few casual shots of her little guy on his 10th day in the world. Now everyone please send sleep vibes her way. And while you’re at it, send some my way too please.
Ok really? Look at those 10 day old eyes looking right into me like he already knows the things his mom and I have been up to!
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Baby feet. My favorite thing ever.
Now sleep little guy…sleep. Ok now go back to sleep again. Wait, that was only a 10 minute nap!? Longer next time, please.
