(We'll start with a few from before we left the hospital.)
I'm pleased to introduce you to Levi Cardiff Dukes.
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I simply love this photo. Even though my littlest is wailing.
Headed home...
Ten days old.
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Spoiler alert: my preggo-belly gets big. Like really, really big. Like people ask if I'm having twins on a semi-frequent basis big. And no, I didn't, but I do have big babies and they get crammed in my five-foot-two-frame. If that freaks you out, stop scrolling and doing that fun two-finger trackpad swipe on your laptop.
Also, having two boys born 2 days apart makes for great ease in comparing the experience. For example, I could think: "With Eli, I did this, that, or the other on such and such a day..." and then I could know what to expect or how to compare what each experience was like. So, since my wardrobe was essentially the same, I made sure to get a photo taken of me the day before I had Levi in the same shirt in front of the same Christmas tree. Behold, my giant belly.