New to This Kind of Stuff

Welcome one, welcome all. We've never done something like this before, but seeing that Eliot is so loved by friends and family - and everyone is spread out across the US -we've started a blog. Plus, it helps us to record his life for ourselves in an organized fashion and not on my blackberry.

So, that's us up there- The Albertson Family. Rob is the baby daddy. I'm Catherine, the mother (duh) and Eliot is the one wondering what in the world is so funny. A big thank you to our friend Natalie for her marvelous talent in photography.

Eight months ago Mister Eliot arrived at a teeny little 6 pounds, 4 ounces at 12:30am. He was a calm little dude with his dad's heart shaped mouth and skeptical brow, and his mother's love for soft blankets, jammies and a little nuzzle. I have six nephews and one niece - so I'm no stranger to babies, poop & hearding cats on field trips. Infact, I worked in a daycare while I was in college. I also worked in a tanning salon - bc I'm so tan. But I am a stranger to the needs of raising a bright star. I can make a bottle, change a diaper and prep a tanning bed with my eyes closed, but being responsible for raising a human to make good choices? Different story. On the other hand, Rob had never held a child or changed a diaper- nor had he raised anyone (except belle). So when this little boy came in to our lives we stared at each other with wide eyes. Here he is - a life swaddled in a blanket and a diaper. Incredible. Needless to say, Rob became a pro right out of the gate. Calm and gentle and fantastic at diaper duty.  Together we are raising a precious, stinky little boy who greets us every single morning with a smile. There's no better start to my day than seeing Rob stumble in with big hair and a giggling Eliot. The sight of them takes my breath and words will never adaquately express how thankful I am for our life.

Today, Eliot is 8 months old, has two teeth, says "dada" and raises hell for food. He's sitting and trying to crawl, throwing things and studies belle when she runs in circles. He's grown from being a chill, quiet little baby with a furrowed brow (aren't most newborns like that?)to a talkative, smiling, laughing entertainer.

Lately he has been very interested in entertaining his shadow. I walked in to the living room the other day to find him swat at the shadow on the wall, throw his head back and laugh hysterically. Like he's high fived his long lost college buddy...he's very advanced if you ask me. He pretty much goes with the flow - owning a patient temperment (unless food is involved) and a very curious George interest, and totally entertains himself by watching the world around him.

So here's our blog. I'll fill this space with news, pictures and random chatter, and I hope you enjoy reading it.