hey fever

I think, because you are here, reading this little ol' blog post of mine, you must be wondering what a girl like me is up to these days.

I'll tell ya.

I'm sitting on my over-sized sofa holding my bundle of joy. That's all. Oh, and sometimes I get up to get the boy something to eat. But not very often.

There is nothing like being home. Finally, home.

Before we left Utah, my Dad forced me off his sofa and into the great outdoors. I was reluctant to leave my little Birdie behind in my mother's care. But my father insisted. It would only be for a couple of hours. He promised.

We took a little nature hike into the foothills.

The boy, having his father's sensitive genes, developed a raging case of hay fever. His left eye turned red and puffy and incredibly weepy. Always an opportunist, my son decided that what he desperately needed was an eye patch. You see, not only is Thom suffering from hay fever, he is also suffering from hey fever, as in "hey guys, what about me?"

Since this was the only manifestation of his desperation to reclaim his spot in the lime light, I decided to acquiesce. If an eye patch was going to smooth his transition to older brother, well, by damn, I was going to get the kid a patch.

Sugar Daddy took the boy to look for a patch that would meet his needs. They came home with a video game. It seems that video games can also cure hey fever.

I can hang with that. Eye patches can be a little scratchy anyway.

So Thom is playing his video game. Sugar Daddy is ordering in pizzas. And I'm playing with Amelie.

That's what a girl like me is up to these days.

first bubble bath

anatomy of a sweet pea

A mother's perspective

I so want to remember these first few days. I don't ever want to forget how soft her cheeks are. How at times I can't even tell if I am touching them or not.

Let me always remember how I feel when she grasps my finger or coos contentedly after a bottle.

I hope that years down the road I will recall her sweet scent and the way her wispy little hair lays against her pink neck.

I can never forget the downy fur that covers her shoulders or the feeling of her quick little breaths when I hold her close.

I know that these days are fleeting. The boy no longer smells sweet. Most often he brings in the tangy smells of outside play and I have resorted to smoothing his hair and kissing his cheeks mostly while he sleeps. He is no longer a baby.

I have been blessed with another child and I'm trying so hard to hold on to these moments. Please Lord, help me remember.

she had me at hello

Okay, I'll be honest.


I worried a little about how quickly I would bond with Amelie. It took me a couple of days after the boy was born to realized that I truly was his mother. He seemed such a strange little imp.


So I worried a little. Not a lot.


The Lord has seen fit to bless me with several humongous blessings in my life. The first of which was having amazing parents. That really set the stage for a great life. Then he sent me Ben. I never had to date much. We met in high school. After nine years of hoping and praying, I got to experience childbirth with Thomas who was a miracle in and of himself. And then, after much more waiting, he let me be present at the birth of my daughter.


I tell ya, it's really something to be on the other end of the birthing table, especially when it's your own child.


I fear I will never be able to articulate what it was like to be in that room when Amelie made her entrance. But I can tell you this.

From the moment her little head popped out, I was in love. Slobbery, gushing, head over heels, in love. And it seems to get more intense with each passing day.

I'm really quite a mess.


She had me at hello. And I don't think I'm the only one.

you ain't seen nothing yet

You may think you've seen some cute things here on Suaviloquy, but let me tell ya, you ain't seen nothing yet.


Ba ba ba baby, you just ain't seen nothing yet.



Amelie was born on Monday the 18th at 12:45 p.m.. She weighed 7 lbs 3 ounces. She is 20 inches long. She is the most beautiful baby ever born. I know you probably think that your kids were the most beautiful, and I'm sorry to burst that bubble, but the facts are the facts.


I want to bear testimony to you that placing a baby for adoption is an act of indescribable love. It can only be done right when the birth mother allows Christ into her life. Amelie was always meant to come to us, but without her birth mom's strength and faith she might not have found her way.

I stand all amazed.