Twitter-pated!

It's funny the things that make my heart get a little twitter-pated. I admit that the word twitter-pated conjures up images of Thumper and "a beautiful female rabbit" from Bambi. His little foot patting the ground in rapid succession as he is overcome with saucer-eyes. Ahhh the evidence of new love.

(On a side note: did you know that the little girl rabbit is not named in the script?! She is referred to only as "a beautiful female rabbit" though many people now refer to her "Miss Bunny" ...please don't think my mind is filled with such useless knowledge...I looked it up solely to reference here. ;-)

I digress. Two days ago, I found myself being twitter-pated with my laundry basket.

It's new. My first BIG laundry basket. Until now, I have not really had a need for one. My small, round, cheap, $3 basket was accomplishing the mission just fine. Then, the ninja arrived and our laundry doubled! Funny how someone so small, with clothing so small can double the household laundry of two adults.

This statement "I found myself being twitter-pated with my laundry basket" begs the question...WHY, oh WHY were you twitter-pated with your new laundry basket?

I suppose it is symbolic of a new phase. An entry into a new "label" that I now carry, mommy. For me it represents responsibility, love, care, concern, and a home. And, all twitter-pated-ness aside, let's get real...A LOT more work!

So, here's to you, my new laundry basket, and many years and loads to come!

All She Needs

She cries from the other room. It starts mellow. small. like her tiny frame, she whimpers. immediately my eyes dart from their current place to the pink framed LCD that encapsulates her entire self.

I see her.

I can hear even the tiniest sigh from her little lungs. I turn the volume all the way up so as to not miss a second of her need. 


The crying grows louder and my heart begins to pound. Do I run to her now or will she soothe herself? Should I make my presence known? Intervene? In one great rush of mighty rescue do I swoop in?

I am close. Never more than seconds away at all times.

Though, in her mind, she is alone. She is wet. hungry. cold. lonely. angry. She needs soothing and there is only one source. 

As my hands slide under her miniature back, andI lift her to my face, whispering soothing words of peace and comfort, she stills. I am near and that is all she needs.

To hear my voice, to smell my scent, to feel my touch, and to know that she is not alone, not abandoned.

She is loved.

And so are you. 

My famous ninja!

Just thought I would gloat for a moment...

We used Chryshelle Spurgeon for our newborn photos of the little ninja. She is Ah.May.Zing! Check her work out here: www.csprophotography.com and be ah.may.sduh with me!

Anyway...the gloating is because my baby girl made it to Chryshelle's new business cards. That's right. A professional photographer, with thousands of her own shots at her disposal, chose my sweet girl to be on her brand spankin' new business cards.

Everybody said we made a cute kid. Now, I have the press to prove it.

I'm one proud mama.

PS - Just an addendum for all of Norah's adoring fans...after I wrote this blog, I realized she is also featured on the photographer's website! Click the link above and you can see it!! Yay!!

Valentines Day...with baby

We celebrated our first Valentines Day as parents last night.

It was a beautiful day. We spent the morning with our Christ Church Community (love. those. people.). We had lunch with some wonderful friends, then retired to our outdoor swing to enjoy the beautiful weather.

This is what is left of our Valentine's Dinner...

We decided to have steaks, baked potatoes, chocolate covered strawberries and some red wine for dinner. The ninja slept soundly throughout the entire afternoon, trip to the grocery, and even the cooking and dinner preparation.

I lit candles to set the romantic valentine's mood we have grown accustomed to over our last 7 years together and set the table...just as Dave swished through the door with perfectly pink meat. And just as we finished garnishing our potatoes with baco's and butter...we were reminded that we were no longer alone.

It all started with a sweet and simple: "Oh she just needs to eat..." One may think this detracted from our romanticism, but oh no...we Forman's are opportunists. So, while I bottle-fed our little one, Dave fed me!

Unfortunately, we new parents are still learning our wee one's cries. This resulted in us overfeeding our sweet girl. This, in turn, resulted in a 2 hour scream fest until she finally had one giant spit up - covering the right leg of my jeans, part of our couch and one of our couch cushions. Somehow, she managed to miss herself entirely. Now that's talent.

They say not to cry over spilled milk. What about crying over spilled breastmilk? Can I cry over that?! Thankfully, we were both able to take deep breaths. Dave sopped up the spilled "gold" and I lulled our little one to sleep. It only took another half hour, 3 "cross your fingers I think she's finally settled...", and her first "taking" of the pacifier..but she finally closed her sweet eyes and big mouth (got that from mama), and drifted off.

I will now sing the praises of the following:
1. A helpful husband
2. Pacifiers
3. Red Wine

I could be super spiritual and mention how much we prayed for peace and wisdom through this ordeal, but that would be way to serious for this posting. Perhaps tomorrow?

So...how was your Valentine's Day?