The apology for 3 1/2 weeks of silence.

So many minutes, days and weeks have gone unrecorded. I tick things off in my mind-'Must write that down later,' yet here I am, grasping for the time to keep up with my formerly disciplined journaling sessions. Now that all the real juicy stuff is coming to head. (sorry for the zit imagery)
Elias is starting to get cuter and cuter, and somehow, deeper and deeper into my heart. It may be directly related to the fact that in the past two days, he has been playful and smiling in the morning (only three and half weeks old!) doing baby yoga with me and delighting in kisses and massage. That and he is no longer snapping at my nipples, and I am starting to feel a good sensation when he latches on and breast feeds, that and I am learning how to breastfeed and do other things at the same time. Which is highly satisfying considering he likes to suck away for hours on end. Another boob guy.
As for Tino, there are so many ways that I have fallen in love with him all over again, there are so many cute stories of a Tanzanian experiencing America for the first time, and plenty of stories of shock and frustration as well.
Then there is the ghastly list of accomplishments that we have risen two in the newborn days. It is all fun, and I don't actually feel over worked and over tired, though sometimes frustrated and wanting my nipples back. I am proud and excited about the challenges we are meeting together, but my mind still drifts to wonder, what would it be like to be following the Tanzanian tradition of staying at home for 3 months with my mother in law cooking bananas and coconut stew for me everyday.
Let us simply say that I hope to record as much as possible. Posterity can be ignored or deleted if need be, but in the meantime, for the sake of my family, I will be frequently posting.