From Tiny Cells to Singing

We’re about to hit five months! Our Baby Girl is about to be FIVE MONTHS OLD. Just over a year ago she was a microscopic group of cells in a freezer. Now she’s singing at the dinner table. How is she different now at five months than at 4, 3, 2 or 1? Well, now she has hair. You can’t see it in photos or from a distance. She still has most of the brown hair she was born with, but that brown hair has spread out as her head has grown so that now she is sporting that baby…

Blissing Out

Absolute bliss. Total and absolute paradigm shifting happiness that will fly me to the moon. I am feeling it today, y’all. FEELING IT! Why? Why am I so happy?! So get this… I napped. I’ve been writing a lot about the big picture lately. “You need to find a way to enjoy your life,” I put in a post. “You have to take every chance you get to make your life the way you dream it to be,” I wrote. And I believe those things. Life is short. Dream, dream all the time, then do something to get you closer…

When Our Baby was Born

Our Baby Girl just turned 4 months old. Four months ago she arrived to planet Earth. Her birth was the most miraculous day of my life. I mean that in the literal way. It was the most miraculous thing that has ever happened. I have looked all over the world for signs of a god, a goddess, magic of any kind. I get close sometimes. A sunset is good. Especially when you get the chance to travel, to sit somewhere on the other side of the world from your hometown, and you see the same phenomenal sight – the colors,…

3am is my new jam.

I never imagined in a million years that I might like, even look forward to, waking up at 3am night after night. Now, I can feel those parent eyes rolling. And yes, I am TOTALLY too tired some most nights to think of anything other than “MUST CHANGE BABY. MUST FEED BABY. BABY MUST SLEEP. WHY NOT SLEEPING. PLEASE SLEEPING NOW. NO WORDS, ONLY TIRED. MY GOD PLEASE SLEEP, CHILD. HAVE I DIED. IS THIS HELL. WHY IS ONE OF HER EYES STILL KIND OF OPEN. SLEEP, MY SLEEP, WHY HAVE YOU FORESAKEN ME. WILL I EVER SLEEP AGAIN IN THIS…