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“And I say, it’s all right…”

Ahhh yes~

What is that pretty thing shining on Beckham’s hair?

Could it be…

sunshine?

These early days, it only comes out for moments at a time–but still, it’s long enough to wake up a few sleepy heads.

Almost too bright for baby Chompy, but after all the indoor days of winter–even a peek-a-boo Mr. Sun was too lovely to pass up.

Something wonderful about breathing in all that crisp, cool air and knowing that each day, it’s only going to get better.

Oh, we’ve been patient, but in my heart, I’m ready to trade chilly snow for soft, gentle rain…

and Spring.

How about you?

When Dane was getting ready to leave–for Lithuania…

he was quite determined to take all his precious belongings with him.

Strangely enough, no matter how he rearranged things–these particular gems just wouldn’t fit in the suitcase.

He comes home in a couple of months—at last, at last!

Isn’t he in for a surprise when he sees…

just how grown-up the little gooney-birds have become? Not to mention the sweet pea that he’s never even met!

I’m chanting…

June 10th…June 10th…June 10th…

When I was a kid, I used to fantasize about finding a baby in a basket, on the door step.

Not an old beat up basket like this one–holding baby April–but a pretty little wicker one. Of course the baby would have a note attached to it reading, “Please look after my baby,” or something mysterious like that. In my child mind, the baby would, of course, be mine to have and name and play with forever–like a doll.

Back then, it was a magical, romantic thought–finding a baby on the porch that for some weird reason you could just keep. But nowadays, to imagine such a thing is just downright creepy. I mean, really–where were the “Child Protective Services” back then?

I know, I know…they didn’t exist.

At any rate, there must be some kind of compact, feel good, choo-choo train kind of relationship that many moms have with babies in baskets.  Not just to sleep–but you know, where you plop them in this funny little place and tow them around the carpet for awhile.

And for the baby it’s instant Disneyland.

Oooh-oooh! The doorbell just rang…

I’ll go see–maybe it’s a stray baby or something.

I mean, you never know.

Remember this pretty stuff that we found for $1 last year at JoAnn’s? I’m always amazed at how a silly piece of string can magically transform into something soft and warm…

The green and pink were used to make the baby lambys–yeah, that’s how I spell it–a while back. Remember?

Well, the grey and the gold have worked up nicely…

into toboggan hats for our Lily and Beckham…

and the pink one is for the Chompy–so soft and sweet.

And all from a silly piece of string.

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Oh, and happy Groundhog’s day!!

When you live in the house with a sweet baby Chompy and everyone goes away for the day…

you might think it would be peaceful and perfect.

But I’m telling you, it’s just quiet and weird.

There’s nobody sitting in the chair dropping their lunch on the floor.

There’s nobody poking this grumpy kitty.

There’s nobody calling me on the phone.

There’s no baby bear sleeping in this just right bed.

There’s nobody sitting in a barrel counting eggs.

There’s nobody doing the shopping…

or bringing home donuts…

or feeding the birds.

The princess is singing all by herself…

and there are no gates to scale…anywhere.

And I’m just sitting here…waiting…

for them all to come back.

Because when you live in a house with a sweet baby Chompy…

it’s just quiet and weird…

and peaceful’s not so perfect.

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