Tag Archives: baby

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Having a baby is so funny.

He can go two days in the same outfit. Or he can wet through four outfits in one day.

His little hands grab everything. My hair, my shirt, a blanket, a toy, a brother -- anything that his fat little fingers happen upon. I took doughnuts to Alec’s class for his birthday, and Wellington was promptly mobbed by little boys and girls, resulting in a little girl finger in each fist.

Everywhere on him is chubby. Everywhere is squishy. Even his smile is fat. He is so fun to hold. Sturdy and soft, floppy and firm, all at once. There's a reason I call him "my little fat honey."

He just learned how to spit, and now he spits when he’s happy, and he spits when he’s sad.

He has the prettiest dark blue eyes, the softest dark brown hair, and the most adorable little coo.

Man, I love having a baby. ...continue reading →

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Thirteen weeks until we meet our newest little Baer. Twelve weeks and six days if he follows in the very nice pattern his big brothers have laid out for him by all coming the day before their due date.

It’s certainly too soon to be starting any sort of countdown, but I’ve been feeling more and more like we’re in the calm before the storm, and I am enjoying it to its fullest.

I mean, as much as you can enjoy something when you have heartburn, find yourself short of breath, have random aches and pains, and are heavier than you’ve ever been in your life. It’s the best sort of uncomfortable.

The boys' ages are seven, almost six, and almost three, and while there are bad days when nothing seems to be going right and everyone is grumpy and everyone is fighting and no one is listening and everyone is talking at the tops of their lungs, there are more good days than bad. Days where Alec comes home from school bursting at the seams with a project to do. Days where Sebastian spends hours outside riding his bike or putting his shovel to good use. Days where Emmett plays and plays and plays, without needing much of anything.

And I am so much enjoying not being quite so needed at the moment. ...continue reading →

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“I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.” (Psalm 139:14)

Fearfully and wonderfully made.

Impossible not to think of that verse when you’re watching a tiny little person squirm around on a screen.

So perfectly formed, every single part. A tiny, beating heart with four chambers. Minuscule fingers and toes. A perfectly aligned row of the tiniest little bones, curving and flexing in the spine as the baby moves around. A sweet little mouth opening and closing. That little bump nose that has appeared on every single one of our ultrasounds.

Just so perfect and so precious. ...continue reading →