Moving Day

Graham and I took Molly for a walk while Jen and her mom made the final push before the movers come. We'll post lots more pictures later this week when we have internet access again. In other news, Graham slept 9 hours in a row last night for the first time, which was his gift to his exhausted and stressed-out mamas.

Good bye orange kitchen! Good bye cemetery! Good bye to the apartment where we became a family!

Graham says: Moving is the worst! Ever!

Here's Graham wearing his French sweater for the first, and perhaps only, time. The French say it would fit a 6-month old. G is 11 weeks. Is it awful to suppose that he could crush a French baby under his gigantic feet?

Here's a favorite game: look, something is there! How funny!

Graham is 11 weeks old today. He excels at getting his hand in his mouth. And yes, he's big- not off the charts big, but somewhere in the 80% for his age. By the way, there is a neck in there somewhere.

Our new home. Expect moving-in pictures this weekend and all next week.

Graham's preferred position, at Amber's house in Cambridge Sunday 2/18

First snow*

*Actually, first bitterly cold snow/ice/rain storm

Valentine!

Hey, I went for a ride on the T.