The blog version of a review article.

(all photos posted herein have been used with the express verbal permission of Kristin)

(some took more prodding than others)

What a long strange trip its been.This week marks the one month for Carrig. Lets take this opportunity to review how we got here....um, not quite from the very beginning, but close.

Kristin's pregnancy started out strong. The first few weeks were a little rough but in general all went well for the first several months as Carrig began to take shape.

Week 20 - just starting to show





Mid-20's, still truckin' atop Mt. Moosilauke







Sometime in the 30's: Look at the energy! Still enjoying pregnancy.










But this marks a memorable turning point in this process. Late in the seventh month marked the end to climbing, it was getting too cold to comfortably enjoy the outdoors, and the belly was clearly starting to become an obstacle. The final weeks looked something like this.

Finally, the big day came. And came it did! Six hrs of labor with just enough warning to get to the hospital before Kristin became very uncomfortable.








And here's Chubs. Just look at those cheeks!









Soon thereafter Carrig came home to meet the rest of the family. Here started the never ending competition for the best sunning spots in the house. I am a little ashamed to say that Carrig has lost these battles several times.














Now I apologize in advance if any of this sounds a little sappy, but I am a very proud dad and Kristin a proud, loving mom. We both agree daily that it is pretty damn awesome to watch this little guy develop his personality. He is a chill little guy that rarely gets upset, sleeps well, eats well...he's a Sanger, what can I say! =)

I will honestly say that I could not relate with the people who said my perspective on life would change once the Carrig was born. I jusr didn't get how this could happen. Was I really going to change my entire view of life? Now, after meeting him, I embrace this wholeheartedly. But don't get me wrong. I still want to ice climb, collect lizards in random locations, climb big mountains, drive fast, etc. But now I am fine top-roping an ice climb, collecting lizards in places that Kristin and Carrig can visit, and taking a slightly easier path up the mountain than before. My priorities are just a little re-ordered. Most importantly, I want this guy to get bigger so that he can enjoy all of this with me. (Perhaps to even push an old guy to stay in shape!)

But a month has gone by and a lot has changed. I am still struggling to find a balance between my work and the family. Kristin struggles to find time for herself, partially because of me. But in reality, all is well and life is good.


Raising a kid is exhausting...for everyone.


















Still a little bobble-headed. But getting better everyday.

And while most women look forward to the day that they can fit into their pre-pregnancy jeans, this was not nearly as momentous as the day Kristin could fit into her pre-pregnancy harness.










Here we are, ten pounds and one ounce after one month. Can you tell the difference?

One week

One month