Category Archives: Letters

Dear Ronin, It has only been about a week and a half, but I now can’t imagine our life without you. You are a smiling, happy baby. You eat often and seem to be thriving. There has only been one … Continue reading →

Dear Ronin, You met your cousins today. Ben, who is almost 3, ran right up to you and gave you a kiss on the head and said “I love you Ronin”. Joseph is 18 days older than you and you … Continue reading →

Dear Ronin, Everyone needs a theme song.  I realize you will have to choose your own someday when your older, but for now, I have decided that your theme song is Punk Rock Girl by the Dead Milkmen. One Saturday … Continue reading →

Dear Ronin, Today you met your great-grandmother (bubbie) Ethel.  You sat around a table with four generations of women who are related to you, that is pretty special.  You are so lucky to be able to know your great grandma. … Continue reading →

Dear Ronin, These first few days with you have been magical. Every time that we look, you have changed a little. Here are whole bunch of photos from your first days on this planet. Your Father, Gabriel

Dear Ronin, We have been preparing for your birth for months. Our midwife team from Alma (Kori, Stephanie, Whitney and Tara) has been working with us since the start of the pregnancy. We also took a 12 week “Bradley Method” … Continue reading →

Dear Ronin, Welcome to our family. You arrived this morning at 8:40am, weighing 7lb 9oz. I’ll save the complete story for another post. Your father, Gabriel

Dear Ronin, This past Saturday (your due date) came and went. Even a 10 mile bike ride wouldn’t shake you loose. So as the days roll on, everyone is excited to guess when you might arrive. There is currently a … Continue reading →

Dear Ronin, This weekend we had the chance to ride in the Cirque du Cycling parade. Your, now 9-months pregnant mother, decided that she not only wanted to ride in the parade, but that I should be the cargo. So, … Continue reading →

Dear Ronin, We just completed a belly cast of Sam’s (now very pregnant) torso. You mother had to sit still for an hour as I layered strips of plaster gauze all over her belly. She couldn’t stretch, get up to … Continue reading →