Edmund’s Baptism

We were so blessed to have our family come out in full force for Edmund’s Baptism. We were sure packing pews this morning because both his and my immediate family came as well as Grandma and Grandpa Aden and Grandma Cassidy. We certainly felt lots of love as our beloved son was proclaimed a disciple of our family. (No pressure). Of course, we won’t do it at all perfectly. That is why it is so meaningful to have the support of the family along the way.


It was really, all around, a good day. After service, we all trouped over to a park where we ate tacos and fellowshipped. I finally got some family pictures! I am really on the warpath when it comes to taking pictures now. I have become quite the sentimental sop. It some ways I know that this part of myself is annoying to others, but I hope they appreciate it when they look back with fondness at that long distant time.



Like Father, Like Son…

Matthew and I are thankful that we could go to my parents house for a visit. Matthew was gone all weekend to Glenn Erie for a leadership conference.

But I, I got to can tomatoes, watch ‘The Flash’, and eat Mod pizza with the family.  I really am enjoying catching up, but I am starting to see a theme. They keep looking at me and telling me one of two things. 1. Your baby is so cute! You make good babies. 2. I can’t believe you are a parent!

I have to say the latter one still shocks even me! Who would have thunk that I would be married with a baby right now. I think it still needs to sink in. It doesn’t seem weird when many of my friends all up and got themselves married. And of course it wasn’t a huge surprise when babies followed. But now,  I’m not babysitting anyone’s child. I’m responsible for my very own little one: showing him the face of Christ. That’s a heavy weight when you think about it. May God give me grace.

While we were here, I got the opportunity to take Edmund’s 2 month picture along with some great photos of Matthew and Edmund together. I thought they were pretty rad. We are so grateful to have had Edmund for the past two months. 🙂


How To Take Care of a Baby While Sick…

You will need:
A baby

A Hubby

Step 1. Catch a germ/bug/virus/air-born pathogen. *Stay away from anything toooo deadly or life threatening. It’s just not advantageous for the ol’ bod.

Step 2. Once your sickness has been carefully handpicked and chosen, come down with a fever of 102 degrees and crash into bed and sleep for two hours. Is baby taken care of? That is what hubbies are for. Your throat is now aching, your head is now pounding. Thank the Lord for Ibuprofen!

Step 3. Have husband wake you up every three hours, at least, to nurse. Dat baby ain’t gonna feed hisself! But don’t touch him. Or breathe on him. At all. Because that would be bad. You don’t want the baby to get anything with a fever attached to it. (What were you even thinking of getting a virus with a fever in the first place!?)

Step 4. Next morning, tell Husband you are just fine and have him go to work, because he kinda has to still do his job and bring in the dough.

Step 5. Continue the day in a zombie like existence, but don’t forget to wake up every time baby cries in order to comfort him, feed him, burp him, change him, bath him when his diaper explodes, and wish for the sweet, sweet relief that only can be found in dea— SLEEP. (I meant sleep).

Step 6. Finally call doctor. He is probably going to tell you its best to come in the next day.

Step 7. Wait till the next day. Go into the doctor. Now he will probably tell you there isn’t anything you can do but wait till the sickness takes its course because you are breastfeeding. But still don’t breathe on the baby. And wash your hands.

Step 8. Have awesome mom-in-law come over so you can finally get some more sleep and slowly start to recover.

Step 9. Be a good mom and just get over it when it becomes inconvenient to do life, teach, and be sick at the same time.

Step 10. Go to the park with your sister and have a good ol’ time. Thank goodness you are feeling a little bit more energy.

Step 11. Go home and find Husband there with a bad head ache and a low-grade fever. *groan* At least you weren’t both down and out at the same time!

The Evolution of Changing Clothes…

I know people told me that when you become a mother you loose sleep, energy, time, and gain a lot of laundry. Well, when Edmund was a couple of days old, I was beginning to think the last item was a myth. Laundry? I could practically keep Edmund in the same outfit for days. (If I didn’t have to get through all the Newborn stuff before he grew out of it.)

However, my ideas have been a-changing. It’s only been a month and a half and I now see what the other moms were talkin’ ’bout. Now, ordinarily, it goes like so:

1. Do all the laundry, fold and put away. Man! Edmund got all sweaty in his nap blanket. Change clothes.

2.  Sweat can’t hurt him. We all perspire. Goodness Gracious! Edmund got milk all over himself when he ate. Change clothes.

3. Milk can only smell bad when it goes bad. That will take at least a day, right? Oh, My! He just spit up all over himself! That smells bad. Change clothes.

4. We aren’t going anywhere, he has 3 outfits left for the week and I don’t have time to do another load. We’ll just wipe up this little spit-up mess and move on with life. No harm done….is that pee? Bath time. Change clothes.

5. Pee is ‘technically’ sterile. He has already gone through three outfits today. Does it have poop? Okay good. Oh Dear. Explosion! *sigh* bath time and change clothes.

6. Well, it was just a spot of poo… Ahhhh! I guess blowout number 2 means Edmund gets to be free of such things like ‘clothing’ till the clothes come out of the drier.

So, for anyone who wasn’t listening to people’s advice, know it’s all true. But it doesn’t have to hurt. Just follow these simple steps:

  1. Is it poop or pee? Change him (if possible).
  2. If it’s anything else-assess quantity and make judgment call. Anything livable should be left for at least 10 minutes to make sure he doesn’t have a blowout after you just finished changing him/her.

When you go out, it is much more complicated. It requires a little more thought.

  1. His shirt is soaked with spit up. Go ahead and change clothes. (Good for you! Nice job bringing extras! Also, you are only out between feedings so what else could possibly  go wrong?)
  2. Somehow, he overflowed his diaper. Change clothes back to Spit up clothes. Pee is worse than spit up, right?
  3. Explosion Express comes into the station. Change him back to other clothing. Pee is less worse than spit-up plus poop.
  4. Explosion again? Which outfit has less excrement on it? Go with that outfit.

Your welcome.

Edmund does like baths. *Notice: Even though his face is very serious, he isn’t crying and now even smiles during bath time. (Not pictured) I’m glad this isn’t torture since he seems to love exploding so much. (Or is trying to tell to me to get more absorbent diapers.)


Such Cuteness Can’t Be Contained…

To all those folks who need a little extra cuteness in their lives, I’m here for you. Edmund has made it so I no longer have room on my phone for anything any more. I recently took pictures of him styling his new attire when, all of a sudden, the awful warning message appeared yet again: you have no more storage left on your phone. The phone has the audacity to bring this up at a time when Edmund is smiling and happy. I deleted everything non-essential off my phone to make more room. (Who needs any of those apps when the photo of your son is at stake?) Well, Apple has no feelings toward the mother’s heart or sentimentality.

And Matthew wouldn’t help. Here was his damsel in distress and he sat by and watched it all happen.


I still did get some photos shot before that fateful and despised message plagued my screen. So enjoy. I hope for some miracle that will give me more storage here soon.



How DO I Do It?

I have people look at me with bug-eyed horror or disbelief when I tell them I’m teaching again, even though my baby is a month and a half old. Well, it’s real tough. I get up on Wednesday morning, I feed my munchkin, I hand him over to my sister, and leave to teach. (leaving the diaper changing, burping and care up to her..hehehehehe…) I then come back home at lunch time and feed my little man again and all is back to the way it was. It’s not that I don’t love or think about my child.

I understand that it is hard to leave your baby (Even for a morning) in the care of some person while you go off and work. It is actually heartbreaking for those people who do work all the time and have to hand their kids off, day in and day out, to strangers at a daycare. A friend of mine was married, pregnant, had a toddler, worked two jobs, and was finishing up her college degree in business. Now juggling all that is what I call winning at life. That is what I would find hard. But for one morning? Naw. He will live. (I hope…)

So, thats how I accomplished a rather little, insignificant thing in life. YAY me!

Who does Edmund look like…?

Well, I still am not certain which parent our dear Edmund looks more like. I have heard many explanations concerning both sides. Well, here is a picture of both of us and a picture of him. I think you can see the answer for yourselves.



No? Not so obvious you say? Well, I suppose I can understand how you feel. I feel the same most days. Edmund always keeps me guessing in this department. Who DOES he look more like? Well, I suppose I’m comparing big with little. Let me go back a ways.

Here is me as a little child.



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Here is Matthew:




And Edmund:




If you are still not sure, maybe having it all lined up will help.







My Grandma recently sent me a picture of my father as a baby. Edmund doesn’t have to look like us, but like my or Matthew’s parents, I suppose.


Yeah, I’m not sure that was helpful.

How about a car seat shot?





Oh bummer. No car seat shot of me. Mom??? Did I just bounce around in the back somewhere on the way home from the hospital?

Well, no worries. At least I now know why I turned out the way I did. Guhuhahahuhhahuh… 

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