A couple days shy of 4 weeks old

I have been neglecting the blog since Ezra arrived. How can I put into words all the excitement, all the love, and all the changes we go through on a daily basis? I am a different person since he got here. Being different is awkward when it comes to writing a blog; I don't know my own voice anymore. I feel like my posts are forced, and I feel I am not allowed to share these feelings in a public forum, like on a blog.

Whatever, I'll get over it. The only way I'll find my voice is to start talking. So here I go...

I never know what to say anymore other than I love my kid. I am so proud of him. At 2.5 weeks old, he rolled over from front to back, about three months ahead of schedule. I am extremely proud of how strong my baby is. Ezra's little eyes focus well, and I see him thinking when he looks at me. I am extremely proud of how smart my baby is. Every day Ezra does something that makes me smile like an idiot, and tear up with joy. I love his baby smell, I love his super soft skin, I love his baby snores, and I love how his hungry cry sounds like he's wailing "why?!" I can't stop taking pictures of him; every moment is worth documenting endlessly with a camera phone. Maybe now I'll start documenting endlessly on the blog. Now, if blogger only had a Smart phone app...

Note to Ezra: I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!