Cause for Celebration!

After a brief hiatus from the blogging world, it's nice to be back!

More ice cream, please!

More ice cream, please!

Austin turned 18 months today, and it was fun to celebrate with her and eat ice cream and reminisce with Joe about what a wonderful time we've had raising her so far.

Playing with bubbles is her favorite way to celebrate anything!

Playing with bubbles is her favorite way to celebrate anything!

What follows is a sappy poem, but my daughter is growing up far more quickly than expected and I need an outlet, so give this pregnant momma a break :)


On Your Turning 18 Months

We went for ice cream, just the two of us.

Vanilla, but with plenty of strawberries

because they’re your favorite

and chocolate because it’s mine.


In the evening, after dinner, we read two stories.

You held your blanket tightly and asked

for more books.

I said, “no baby, it’s time for bed.”


When I put you down, you cried

inconsolable tears.

Of frustration, maybe, or worry.


Eventually, your father came in.

He picked you up and rocked you

back to sleep.

But when he laid you down

you screamed for us.


We took turns soothing you;

it was on my turn

that you finally fell asleep.


First, your hand was wrapped

around my index finger.

But, slowly, you loosened your grip

as you entered into a peaceful slumber.


Sitting on the floor next to you,

listening to the steady rhythm of your breath,

I leaned my head against your crib

and sobbed silent tears. For what,

I can’t quite say.

For joy and gratitude

and a very sharp sense of all the moments

passing by.


So tonight I’ll say just one more prayer

and listen to you breathing for just a few more moments

before I go to bed myself

and enter into my own peaceful slumber.

My Wife Needs Some Breakfast!

Austin is 10 months old today!

Lately, Joe and I have been reminiscing about the day Austin was born.

As we were driving back from dinner this evening with friends in downtown Columbia, we passed the hospital where I had Austin and, equally as memorable, the Denny's where we sat in the parking lot at 1:30 a.m. and I ate breakfast between contractions. (I figured if I wasn't dilated enough to stay at the hospital and we were going to have to drive back home in the middle of a flood, I was going to eat all the bacon and eggs I wanted.)

I meant to write a blog post about the day Austin was born a long time ago (I'm a mom, though, so that obviously never happened).

It was quite an adventure! And I think it will always be fun to think back on that day and remember all the crazy things that happened. Like Joe running into a vacant restaurant in the middle of a monsoon to get his laboring wife something to eat.

Happy 10 months, Austin! We hope your life is always an adventure <3