Three Years and Two Babies Later...

Today was our anniversary. We got married in a beautiful ceremony, during which we read our own vows to each other. Mine, which were scribbled on a few note cards since I knew I would never remember them (somehow Rebeca did), talked about the "exciting adventures" we would have together. Little did we know, three years and two babies later, the thrills that would await us!

Take, for example, our day today. This morning we actually left the house and went out for breakfast. This afternoon we had massages. Tonight we had take out sushi for dinner. And before the day was over, we danced our first dance again (Come Away With Me, Norah Jones). Not a bad day. Rebeca hadn't had sushi in probably a year and it had been three years (our honeymoon) since I had a massage. Today wasn't Paris for our anniversary, but all in good time.

Looking back, neither of us thought we'd have two babies, two exciting adventures, within three years. Days like today you take a step back and try to catch your breath. We agreed tonight during our first dance reenactment that everything will be OK. And this is a significant realization, because there are certainly times when you think that they won't. Somehow you get through those times - the babies stop crying, you're able to get some sleep, you have a couple gallons of coffee. You see the big picture...which is of course that we have two beautiful, healthy boys to raise.

The other day we went to the beach. Jennifer Federman took this picture, one of our first family portraits. We were planning on doing some family and baby portraits in the studio the next day, but after this beach excursion, everyone was too exhausted. Soon, I promise.



Here Rebeca is telling the boys about surfing.



Our neighbors Katie and Dustin got the boys their first pair of sunglasses! You might not think that wearing these hats is really the fashion at the beach, but all the babies are doing it.



It didn't take long for Nicolas to get agitated. Sometimes he swings his head around like Stevie Wonder, a connection that I only made once he had the sunglasses on. When Blake gets upset, he gets red in the face like Grandpa Jim.

Anyway, that's the update for now. Time to get some sleep if the boys allow it!

Jeff