Well,
Most of you know by now that we did, in fact, name our son Griffin. Griffin Wallace Katz Carey, to be ponderous about it.
This is what he looked like when we named him.
This is what he looks like now.
Here's a little cheesecake...
Anyway, the problem was that I never learned how to use the blog software or how to upload pictures and I kept waiting for my genius husband to show me how it was done....
Instead he decided to change our software, something he's only done in the last 24 hours.
Of course there have been other distractions....changing diapers, signing for our house three days after Griffin arrived, changing diapers, figuring out breastfeeding (way harder and more painful than anyone told me, but still totally worth it--that'll be in a different post), changing diapers, a nasty case of mastitis, working on the above mentioned house and, oh yes, changing diapers.
Here's a picture of the house.
I've been referring to the house as our other REALLY high maintenance child,but more about that later.
Why did we choose the name? Griffin was one of the only names we could agree on that seemed to suit him (other choices included Grey, Galen and Samuel)
Wallace is another story. Wallace Teare was my grandfather (maternal) and a fairly amazing guy. I've always referred to him as the first feminist. As he and my grandmother raised my uncle and my mom, he saw no reason why she (my mother) shouldn't have access to all the knowledge her big brother had. So he taught her how to throw a ball, how to fix stuff and made sure she could go to any college she got into (that would be Wellesley!) This may not be a big deal to anyone in my generation but in the 50's, this was radical stuff. The important thing here is that my mother grew up feeling like she could achieve anything she set her mind to--something she (and my dad) passed on to my sister and myself.
He was also an award winning architect and a great grandfather.
He was a shy, reserved guy...until he had 5 granddaughters. Well, ok, he was still reserved, but his love for us and his pride in our accomplishments came through loud and clear.
He died in 1989.
When I found out I was having a boy I thought about the qualities I wanted to pass on to the first boy in two generations of my mom's side of the family. I thought of "the first feminist". I thought about how sad I am that Griffin will never know him--or any of his great grandparents. And I thought if we made Wallace the baby's middle name, some of that amazing stuff just might rub off on him.
Let's hope.
Most of you know by now that we did, in fact, name our son Griffin. Griffin Wallace Katz Carey, to be ponderous about it.
This is what he looked like when we named him.
This is what he looks like now.
Here's a little cheesecake...
Anyway, the problem was that I never learned how to use the blog software or how to upload pictures and I kept waiting for my genius husband to show me how it was done....
Instead he decided to change our software, something he's only done in the last 24 hours.
Of course there have been other distractions....changing diapers, signing for our house three days after Griffin arrived, changing diapers, figuring out breastfeeding (way harder and more painful than anyone told me, but still totally worth it--that'll be in a different post), changing diapers, a nasty case of mastitis, working on the above mentioned house and, oh yes, changing diapers.
Here's a picture of the house.
I've been referring to the house as our other REALLY high maintenance child,but more about that later.
Why did we choose the name? Griffin was one of the only names we could agree on that seemed to suit him (other choices included Grey, Galen and Samuel)
Wallace is another story. Wallace Teare was my grandfather (maternal) and a fairly amazing guy. I've always referred to him as the first feminist. As he and my grandmother raised my uncle and my mom, he saw no reason why she (my mother) shouldn't have access to all the knowledge her big brother had. So he taught her how to throw a ball, how to fix stuff and made sure she could go to any college she got into (that would be Wellesley!) This may not be a big deal to anyone in my generation but in the 50's, this was radical stuff. The important thing here is that my mother grew up feeling like she could achieve anything she set her mind to--something she (and my dad) passed on to my sister and myself.
He was also an award winning architect and a great grandfather.
He was a shy, reserved guy...until he had 5 granddaughters. Well, ok, he was still reserved, but his love for us and his pride in our accomplishments came through loud and clear.
He died in 1989.
When I found out I was having a boy I thought about the qualities I wanted to pass on to the first boy in two generations of my mom's side of the family. I thought of "the first feminist". I thought about how sad I am that Griffin will never know him--or any of his great grandparents. And I thought if we made Wallace the baby's middle name, some of that amazing stuff just might rub off on him.
Let's hope.
18/07: Welcome to Nucleus CMS v3.2
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We've loaded this first entry with links and information to get you started. Though you can delete this entry, it will eventually scroll off the main page as you add content to your site. Add your comments while you learn to work with Nucleus CMS, or bookmark this page so you can come back to it when you need to.
