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A Cousin for Macie
Two months ago, Macia got her first cousin on her daddy’s side.… read on
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Blue
berries!
Her words are just exploding, though they are hard to articulate. She has morphed “cracker” into a back-of-the-throat “guh-cawh” and “avocado” is something like “clalala.” But she is talking. She mimics our sounds and the right number of syllables and is paying attention when we label things. Growing so fast..
She likes to holler at us from another room or in the stroller: “MAMA!” and we holler back: “Macie!” “MAMA!” “Macie!” Sometimes she draws out the syllables, enjoying the vowels in full volume: “DaDAAAA!” “Macie!” DaDAAAAAAA!” “Macie!”
I’m thinking about trimming her hair. Not a … read on
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Almost 20, Brought to You by Instagram
So, I joined Instagram. … read on
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16ish Months
You may have been looking for an update on the Babers on Good Friday. I’m sorry if you were disappointed. Maybe this will make up for it. Let’s do it in list form. #yaylists!… read on
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Climb Every.. Chair
Today we’re heading up to Macia’s 16 month check up. Yes, the kid is 16 months old.. is that crazy to anyone else? … read on
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We came home from New York and set up Macia’s new crib (which we picked up the week before) and wiggled it into a temporary spot in our bedroom. Just for that first night. … read on
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Gimme!
I think Macia, by far, had the most fun at Gimme! coffee. The inside of the cafe was so small that, with a wiggly toddler, it only made sense to drink our coffee outside. A bit chilly, but there was a nice bench against a deep window sill which formed a perfect “playpen” for the Babe :)… read on
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Fourteen Angels
I remember Momma’s voice. As time goes on after her death, much fades, but I will always remember so much of her voice. [Also, I thank God for all those cheesy home videos we have. It is such a blessing to hear her voice again, even if I know it's only another memory.]
One of the songs she used to sing–not to us, really, but it was in one of the song books we had for piano and she’d play it for me occasionally–was the Fourteen Angels song from a Hansel and Gretel opera.
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Quilted Pink (and Green and Orange and Turquoise and Yellow and a Little Bit Red)
I once said I’d never make a quilt. Which was from the beginning a complete lie because I had, in fact, already made one quilt. A crazy quilt. From a huge box of bitty vintage scraps my grandmother had saved. The panels I sewed became the top of the duvet which we still use in the winter. Taylor loves it.
The idea of making a quilt–that is, going out and buying new material, cutting it up, and sewing it all back together–still doesn’t make a lot of sense to me, and yet, I have made another quilt. A little one. … read on
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Babers Update
Yesterday, we bought the Babe a new car seat. ‘Cuz seriously you guys, that kid is getting huge. And don’t tell me, “oh, but you’re just missing her bitty-baby days,” because we weren’t able to be there for all of those days.… read on
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My Golden Hour
Babes and I have spent some time at the park this week. … read on
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Walking Along
Yep, the Babe is walking.… read on
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Babers McMoany Pants
This week, there’s been a lot of moaning. We suspect it’s mostly teething–kid is working on her left molar, poor thing. But that cranky tooth apparently makes it less comfortable to communicate. … read on
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Babe Update
How would you all like to have Fridays be the “update on what the Babe of Cutness has been doing this week” days?… read on
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And She Shall Be Called…
Y’know, some people long for nicknames. And others naturally evoke an abundance. … read on
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We Will Keep Hope
Beautiful words from a dear friend…
“I look forward to the day when the 3 of you come to the ranch on a beautiful summer’s day filled with sunshine… read on
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It Takes A Village
On Saturday, I went through some pictures with the Babe’s foster mother. Many pictures that, surprisingly, I have never seen before. Moments we were not present for. Smiles we never saw, laughter we never heard.… read on
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You’ll Always Be..
I wake up to this song most mornings. Lilting and a bit mournful, it reminds me of being so far from our baby girl, but still treasuring the time we’ve had with her. We’ll always have that.
Happy 9-month birthday, Little One.… read on
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Goodnight, Baby
We love to sing to our Little Girl.. and when I get to put her to sleep, I have a special song I like to sing. You’ve probably heard it before. Here are the words.… read on
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God has created…
a world big enough for all the lives He wishes to be born. It is only our hearts that are not big enough to want them and accept them…… read on
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Some Sewing..
Oh dear, I haven’t been nearly as good at keeping up on my sewing lately as I should. And I haven’t even been good about sharing the things I have done with you. … read on