The Finn Files: Forgotten Moments

I broke my cell phone a few months ago. While trying to balance a jammed-full diaper bag and a 24lb man-child, I dropped . . . no threw, my cell phone across the cement driveway, for probably the 4th time. The screen was demolished, but the phone still worked, so I did what most of you would do--continued using it. Even though I had to hold the phone away from my face so not to get glass shards in my ear. Sad, I know. If you've ever been without a cell phone (in the last five years), you will know that your life basically comes to a screeching halt, especially if you didn't take the time to write anyone's phone number down. I probably would have continued using it this way except that it stopped working, completely, before I had a chance to save or copy any contacts, photos, etc. While, I might add, Mark was out of town, leaving me with no way to get in touch with ANYONE.

Anyway, I went out the next day and bought a new one. Decided to treat myself to the new iPhone, as payback for all of my trouble. The guy at the store just plugged my old phone into my new phone, waved his magic wand, and ta-dah, everything from my old phone appeared on my new phone, pictures, phone numbers, and all. When I got home, I immediately backed everything up. While I was doing this, I came across these photos that I had taken with my cell phone just a few days after Finn was born. I swear at the time it seemed like he NEVER slept. But as I look through these pictures, I can't help but notice that he's sleeping in all of them. Maybe my memory was tainted by the intense sleep deprivation or sheer insanity and exhaustion of taking care of a newborn, but most likely, the only time I had a free hand to use a camera was when he was sleeping. Still, he looks so small and helpless in these pictures. Quite a different little person than the one I know today (thank goodness).

How his arms didn't fall asleep in this position, I'll never know