To be your mother

I wrote this a couple weeks ago, and I don't remember why I didn't post it then.  Anyway, for what it's worth....I'll try to post pictures soon!


Has, to date, been my life's greatest joy.  This week, the sun shone brightly and warmly truly for the first time this year. I was home from work that day because you were sick for the first time.  Later in the day, though, you took a nap, and I put you in the car seat and brought you into the bathroom so I could finally take a shower.  I let the hot water flow and let the bathroom steam up so that maybe it would help you breathe a little easier.  I washed all the grime and dirt and baby drool of off me, and felt new again.  Through it all, you slept.  Afterwards, I opened all the windows and let the first warm air of spring pour into our little apartment.  Before you woke, I put on a skirt for the first time in months.  And then you woke-- slowly and peacefully, and you smiled as your eyes found mine.  I took you in my arms and walked barefoot out onto our porch and then the lawn.  Your big brown eyes took in everything as your head rested on my shoulder.  It felt so good, in that moment, to be your mother.  With the spring coming, I am so excited for the new adventures we will have.  I sense a new chapter opening, and I am so excited for what the future brings. 

Sam's new sound

Sorry for the long pause in blogging. My computer's still not fixed, but Bryce and Melissa have graciously allowed us to use their computer. Thanks, guys!

Sam has been chattering away lately.  Yesterday, though, he turned 4 months old (already? yikes!) and he started making this new sound.  Lamine and I were cracking up as he tried to reach his toes and talk at the same time.  Too funny! 

Ugh!

Know what's not fun? Having your computer crash. I hope we can save all of Sam's pictures! 

Sending up Prayers

For Cote d'Ivoire today.  I hope that they have peace very, very soon and that no more lives are lost.

He laughs

New Discoveries

Sam is sick

And it makes me so sad.  I hate watching him try to catch his breath after a huge coughing spell, to see him with a runny little nose and watery eyes.  He's been so fussy, and I don't blame him.  Yesterday morning he was gasping for breath, and I've never been more terrified.  Lamine and I both raced to the door, put on our shoes and were ready to go to the emergency room when he finally took a breath.  We did take him to the pediatrician as soon as they opened, and she said that there was a really bad cold going around that was hitting the little guys pretty hard.  I stayed home with him yesterday and will for part of the day today as well--when lucky Aunt Melissa will get to take care of him. 

My poor baby!