It was very exciting to put Elliot in the car seat for the first time yesterday and leave the hospital. We crested the hill and got a beautiful view of San Francisco. "This is where you live, Elliot," I said. "The greatest city in the world."
Then a few minutes later: "This is your neighborhood...sorry about that."
Elliot has been quite a handful since we got home. He cried pretty much constantly last night, and he's only been a little more tranquil during the day. Elliot also cries like a bleating goat being dismembered. It's very charming.
Here's something we won't have to inform the neighbors: "Yeah, so, we had the baby." They're already painfully aware.
This is him during a rare moment of peace. I call this photo: "Laptop in sleep mode." As you can see, he has dirty-blond hair, which is odd. If our mailman weren't an Asian woman, I might be concerned.
Kelly holds him on the couch — the morning after a sleepless night.
My brother Max was in town with daughter Margot. This depicts an intense meeting-of-the-minds between the two cousins.
"Holla back, you heard me?"