Two months ago, Macia got her first cousin on her daddy’s side.…
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 …
So, I joined Instagram. …
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!…
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? …
We have lots of carrots. ‘Tis the season, apparently, for our CSA produce share, but I made the mistake of asking Taylor to get “some carrots” at the store…
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 …
Up to? What is she up to these days?…
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 …
When she wants to get down (from her high chair or from the mei tai) she points down and growls: dooooooww…
If this Summer is anything like this Winter (being abnormally warm), the Babe will be prepared. …
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. …
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 …
Babes and I have spent some time at the park this week. …
Yep, the Babe is walking.…
Most of you have seen the news on twitter or facebook already. That the Babe can stay with us.…
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. …
How would you all like to have Fridays be the “update on what the Babe of Cutness has been doing this week” days?…
Y’know, some people long for nicknames. And others naturally evoke an abundance. …
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…
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.…
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, …
A veritable eternity in the life of a nine-month old. Or for the waiting, hopeful-parents of a nine-month old.…
Two more hours and I will cycle home from work.
Two hours and 10 minutes and I will call the foster mother…
She is 8 months old today. 34 weeks. 243 days.
I have seen her less than 30 times in her whole life.…
You can read “tear” two ways. One, those salty-secretions from your eyes–in joy or sorrow or laughter or allergies. Two, as in things-torn, the act of ripping…
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.…
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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……
Today I am flying to California to see my family. My WHOLE family. [Except for baby girl.. She has to stay on this coast.] My flight was delayed 15 minutes, …
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. …