Lucas Camilo

(A photo essay by Lucas… well not really, but what we’d imagine he’d be thinking if he were a little older)

Last night I got to spend a whole night with my parents for the first time.  It was awesome!  I mean, I slept a lot of the night, and there was this one annoying nurse that kept coming in the room and checking on them even though it seemed to me that everything was under control… but other than that I had a lot of fun!

First they wheeled me down a really long hall into a room that I’d never seen before and we passed lots of smiling people on the way.  Come to think of it, I’ve spent most of my life in the exact same place so anytime I get moving it’s a real thrill.

Next up they dressed me in an organic onesie that I heard was a present from my grandma Nonna.  Boy did it feel smooth and nice, though I accidentally puked on it a little bit during my evening feed.

As the night wore on I realized that my parents weren’t leaving, that they were going to hold me or sit by my side the whole night.  My dad was there talking to me and keeping an eye out while I did my thing.  They put on a movie but I decided not to watch since I probably wouldn’t get the jokes.

At one point I got to get out of the crib – they put me on the big white bed and there was all this room and it felt really nice.  Then mommy laid down next to me and we cuddled for a while.  That was the best.

In the end I thought my parents did great and as far as I could tell we were safe to hit the road, to go on our way to this cool place that I’ve heard everyone call “home”.  But then I heard my daddy arguing with someone on the phone and decided to take another nap.  By the time I woke up the word was out that we were going to have to stick around a little longer, until Wednesday morning, in this new room.  Man, that “home” place really is elusive! (or so I’ve heard it referred to, I don’t actually know what “elusive” means…)