Have to admit, I'm a little tired of social networking. I have developed SNFS (social networking fatigue syndrom) and I don't even open FB that often. If FBing was a marathon, I'd be the guy wheezing and panting on the sidewalk after the first half mile. You all that post every day or worse, every time you sneeze, you guys are the true champions. You go!
Me, I'm returning to my blog. I'm sure I'll continue to use FB from time to time. But I love blog space, and regret turning my back on it so fast for the younger, sexier FB. I love the organization of blogs, and the ability to refer someone to a really obscure old post of mine either by tag, date, or URL. I love that all my posts are permanent, and that I can refer to them like a trusty journal. Sure I can't "friend" you or make my blog viewable to only my personal groupies. I can't send you a farm animal or an e-plant, but I don't mind that.
There have been 2 huge developments in my life since my last post here: 1) I got my pilots license, and 2) We had our second baby. This blog-reunion post is dedicated to #2.
Our baby is named Julia Renee Duarte Woodhouse, and was born Aug 28 (13 days ago). She was born faster than the speed of sound (that would be true if sound traveled roughly 70 mph). Camila woke me up at 2am to tell me her water broke, we left the house at 2:25am, and Julia was born at 4:25am. Given Camila's experience with her first delivery (Giovana), she couldn't have been happier with how fast it went down.
Do you like that picture of Camila and Julia? Apparently I'm not very creative with my picture taking. I took this one when Giovana was born 2-ish years ago..
We took this picture of Julia just hours after she was born. Then, we compared it to a very similar picture of Giovana just hours after she was born. They look a lot alike.
Apparently, I gave the doctor and nurses a bit of a scare during the delivery. They said I had this look on my face like I was either about to faint, or convinced my daughter was a slug. It was actually neither of those. I was reeling from watching the doctor tugging (litterally TUGGING) on our daughter's head to get her out of the womb. I thought for sure that head was going to pop right off. I guess babies now-a-days are born with bones of carbon-fiber and titanium. It must be the prenatal vitamins. Either way, somehow, Julia survived the doctor-womb tug-o-war (..and I did not faint.)
I'm not in the camp that thinks babies are beautiful. I'm in the other camp. This picture, though, is undeniably cute.
So is this one..
Mom, Dad, Giovana, and Julia are all doing fine, getting re-aquainted and learning all new rules of engagement. Having a second baby is nothing like having the first one. Everything you thought you would know, is irrelevant. It's a whole new experience.
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