things change - and still stay the same

*After a couple of weeks of sporadic posting, we're getting back on track with this blog! To catch up, Scott's taking Monday this week, and Eleanor will be posting on Friday. 

This past week, Eleanor and I have been reliving our life Savannah. We lived there for one glorious year when we were first married, and this was our first time back since moving to Omaha. With trips to all our old favorite spots and restaurants and time spent catching up with friends, it was a true blast from the past. I even picked back up my Southern drawl and have taken to ordering bourbon with breakfast. 

This time, though, we had a baby in tow. Being away for two years has made it easier to chart the changes that we've both gone through and where we are now, and it's made me grateful - both for the time spent in that intoxicating city as newlyweds and for where we've come since. Clay won't remember this trip when he's older, but hopefully he too will have a sense of home when he thinks about Savannah. 

-Scott 

Note From Eleanor: Remind me why we ever left? 

we take (so many) more pictures

My phone is so crammed full of pictures I now have to delete one just to take one. Yet while I have about 100 photos of Clay eating, and at least 550 of Clay smiling, and probably 2,000 of Clay doing absolutely nothing at all, it's hard to remove even one (never mind the fact we keep them all backed up on various computers and hard drives). The minute Clay was born everything became a photo opportunity.

Because it's all so fleeting. We look back at pictures and already - only nine months later - marvel at how tiny he was in that little moses basket and how adorable he looked in that helmet (it helps he's so photogenic he even looks cute when he's grouchy). And I don't want to forget a moment.

The blog has been silent for a week because we've been so busy snapping photos of our vacation to Savannah. Below are some of our favorites so far.

-Eleanor

Note From Scott: Damn, that baby's cute.

we fail

We took a day trip to Lincoln yesterday, and the blog suffered. We'll see you next week!

some things never change

four generations

We survived. No calamaties, we didn’t get kicked off a plane, there were no blowouts in the airport terminal, and we didn’t run out of winter coats. Actually, we had a wonderful time, and Clay finally got to meet his great-Gran E. I think (between his great-aunt and uncle, grandma and grandpa, and great-grandmother) his feet may have never touched the ground the whole time we were there, and, of course, he thrived on the attention. 

It was awesome for Scott and me as well. We loved hearing everyone’s stories from when their children were Clay’s age and savored the wisdom they had to pass on to us. Some accessories may look a little different and there might be a few more philosophies (or at least names for them) now, but at the end of the day babies are still babies – now, then, and forever. They were still keeping my grandma, aunt, and mother up at all hours of the night – and we still aren’t any closer to solving that.

-Eleanor

Note From Scott: I am still in shock we made it in one piece.