He’s a fat, juicy, wonderfully pink, chubby baby boy. That is all.
He’s a fat, juicy, wonderfully pink, chubby baby boy. That is all.
Dear Time, I will never ever, ever, ever be okay with you stealing my babies and turning them into “real” people. Kindly release them from your grip and keep them small forever. As you may already know, this week Gracen turns 3 & Jude turns 5 months old. How could you do this to me? I’ll tell you what, I’ll call a truce if you just give me more of you. Sincerely, Stephanie
Dear Saint, Today you rolled over for the first time. You rolled from your belly to your back and the look of pure joy on your face was worth the risk of letting you do it. Like most things with you, there is no extreme, there is just you. I marvel at how happy you truly are. You have this demeanor that is so calm and so beautiful and so angelic- your cause and […]
We took our little Saint to church, and let the waters run over him. We probably should have asked the Priest to run some waters back over Sunny who was a bit confused as to whose “big day” it actually was. Here I am trying to keep her together… Meanwhile back at the house Chris and Jazzy turned our home into a brunch buffet fit for a …Saint! Jude with his Godmothers Erin and Nora. […]
Hey Jude, This past weekend was your welcoming party and Christening; how proud Daddy and I were, to present you to our friends and family. It took a small village to pull off a Saturday night BBQ and an early Sunday morning Christening and Brunch- but rising to the occasion is something we’ve managed to get good at as parenthood has set in. Nana and Papa came into town early, arriving with BBQ supplies, gardening […]