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Bright Spots

My sweet porch after my niece improved it (with the pre-approval of my boy)

I smile every time I look outside now.

Babies Change Everything

They say a baby changes everything. I’ve never been able to figure out who “they” are, but I’m discovering they’re right.

They say there will be sleepless nights. Showerless days. Caffeinated lows.

They are right.

They say there will be unplucked eyebrows. Unmade faces. Unkempt hair.

They are right.

They say there will be colicky bellies. Late night crying. (And they’re talking about the parents.)

They are right.

But what “they” don’t say is…

In the midst of all this change is one tiny dream of a person. One person who, one day, will be a doctor, artist, scientist, writer, compassionate human being…

Who knows what difference this tiny human will make in this broken world?

Indeed, this baby could change everything.


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Zoey changes everything except her Mama's love for writing -- which her mam has discovered she can do while bouncing baby with one hand and typing with the other, or watching her sweet thing sleep next to the keyboard...

First Library Trip

Zoey checked out this scintillating novel.

Clearly she's excited.

Our Tiny Human

It's hard to believe it was four weeks ago today when all I could do was thank God I wasn't standing in Wal-Mart when it happened.

'Cause it would have been really awkward to ask the blue-vested employee to clean up my bodily fluids while I raced to the hospital to greet this little one.

 

Not to sound too sentimental, but she has already changed so much {the baby, not the blue-vested employee}. And the tiny human got to meet Great-Gram this week!

{Zoey loved chilling with the coolest Gram ever, taking a bottle from her, and generally burping baby-gut in her face.}

 {Hannah, I think Z's a fan of the hat. See that laugh?}

Yup, this little girl has some serious self-confidence.

And who wouldn't? That's what it's like to have the coolest parents in the world.

Announcing Zoey Bree

Zoey Bree

September 12, 2011

5:55 p.m.

6 lbs. 9 oz.

19.5 inches long

Thanking God for miracles

(and epidurals)

Zoey the Mobster

Dear Mom and Dad,

In about 27 days you’ll get to see my cute little face. I just wanted to let you know that it will be red, and it will be wrinkled, and it will probably resemble that of a miniature mob-boss.

Which for the next oh… three years or so… I plan to use to my advantage.

So here’s how it’s gonna be: Everything’s on my schedule. You’ll ignore my demands like Cousin Vinny ignores the threat of sleeping with the fish. And speaking of sleep, there will be none of it.

Same goes for food. Mom, I think you got plenty of it during the past nine months by the looks of things. And besides, that whole eating thing – it takes your attention from the orders I’m trying to give.

I think that’s about it for now. We can establish Family priorities more when I get there. While you’re waiting for the blessed day, why don’t you take a nice vacation to the beach and relax while I pulverize your ribs a few more times.

Much Love,

Zoey the Mobster