
Monday, November 29, 2010
Uncle Yarin
Thursday, November 25, 2010
One year ago today...

I remember being so groggy and stepping over Georgia to get to the bathroom where I took a pregnancy test. I set it down on the edge of the bathtub and half asleep, waited for the results.
Well, baby, there you were. Just a couple blue lines. I couldn't believe it! Was this real? Was I totally , 100% awake? Was it really showing 2 blue lines? Was I going to be your MOM?
I brought the test back to bed where I woke up your daddy. "Honey...Honey...." He rolled over and peeked his eyes open. "Look! I'm pregnant!"
Well, there was no way we were going back to bed! We got up and took our morning walk and talked all about you...when we thought your birthday would be, if you would be a boy or a girl, how we would tell the family...it was a crisp Thanksgiving morning just like today...except today, you were with us as we all three went for a walk, asleep in your stroller. We can't believe you are here...this enormous love, most precious, awe inspiring, full of sweetness little person we have to be thankful for.
I can't thank you enough, Kellan, for all these beautiful days you have given me this past year. Thanksgiving will always have this memory for me, for the rest of my life...finding out you were on your way to me.
Mommy and Daddy love you so much.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Happy First Thanksgiving
This came in a letter this evening from Kevin's Godmother, Sister Pat. It was addressed to the three of us. Happy First Thanksgiving baby boy...
A Song for a Man
by Sister Madeleva
You, man, have a home and a wife and a child; what song do you sing?
I have a mate on her nest with a little blue egg under each gray wing,
and for joy of this thing
I sing,
Sing to my brooding bird-wife of the skies above her,
Sing of the birdlings now soon to awake 'neath the soft breast of her,
Sing at dawn, at the dusk that I love, I love her!
A bird on a nest with a little blue egg under each gray wing is a simple thing;
For the heart of a woman, the soul of a child, O man, what rapturous song do you sing?
A Song for a Man
by Sister Madeleva
You, man, have a home and a wife and a child; what song do you sing?
I have a mate on her nest with a little blue egg under each gray wing,
and for joy of this thing
I sing,
Sing to my brooding bird-wife of the skies above her,
Sing of the birdlings now soon to awake 'neath the soft breast of her,
Sing at dawn, at the dusk that I love, I love her!
A bird on a nest with a little blue egg under each gray wing is a simple thing;
For the heart of a woman, the soul of a child, O man, what rapturous song do you sing?
Monday, November 22, 2010
Rollin' with the best of them...
Kellan had a big weekend...
Saturday, he rolled over for the first time from his tummy to his back.
Sunday, he rolled over from his back to his tummy.
Then last night he grabbed a toy and put it in his mouth to relieve his teething. (for those without kids reading: this is a huge milestone because it takes a lot of coordination and motor skills for a little person to do this)
Next weekend we will be tackling college admissions and running for President.
Saturday, he rolled over for the first time from his tummy to his back.
Sunday, he rolled over from his back to his tummy.
Then last night he grabbed a toy and put it in his mouth to relieve his teething. (for those without kids reading: this is a huge milestone because it takes a lot of coordination and motor skills for a little person to do this)
Next weekend we will be tackling college admissions and running for President.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Never loved mornings so much...
I keep Kellan's baby monitor by my bedside so I can hear him throughout the night. At about 5:30 in the morning, he starts to stir, sucks his fingers, talks to his mobile...I walk down the dark hallway to get him, tip toe through his room and find him illuminated by the tiny night light, looking up at me with a toothless grin. It's so basic, something that happens in every kid-filled home, but it lights up my life every day.
I bring him back to bed where I prop myself up and nurse him. By the time he finishes he has fallen back to sleep so I lay him between Kevin and I and his daddy pulls him in close and dozes off for another hour...I can't help but stare. It is the sweetest...
...Kevin takes Kellan when they both wake up to get dressed for the day and puts the bouncer in the kitchen doorway for Kellan to watch Daddy make coffee...I stay in bed and enjoy the last few minutes of a warm pillow and a cold sheet while I listen to Kellan and his dad tell each other about everything.
I bring him back to bed where I prop myself up and nurse him. By the time he finishes he has fallen back to sleep so I lay him between Kevin and I and his daddy pulls him in close and dozes off for another hour...I can't help but stare. It is the sweetest...
...Kevin takes Kellan when they both wake up to get dressed for the day and puts the bouncer in the kitchen doorway for Kellan to watch Daddy make coffee...I stay in bed and enjoy the last few minutes of a warm pillow and a cold sheet while I listen to Kellan and his dad tell each other about everything.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Kellan's Godparents


Kellan's Baptism



Yodle-ay-hee-hoo!!!
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