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The Baby is Here

Posted in Faith, Pregnancy and childbirth on May 13, 2013| 1 Comment »

Baby Phillips, 12 weeks

Baby Phillips, 12 weeks

My husband and I are excited to announce that we are expecting Baby #2, due early November! I am happy for all of us, but most of all for Jack. He is a big brother!

Jack accompanied us to our last ultrasound and was mesmerized the picture of the baby’s tiny life. At just 12 weeks in utero, Baby Phillips is already set for “Head, Shoulders, Knees, and Toes,” including a big brother to sing the tune.

When asked “where’s the baby,” Jack points to my belly—and sometimes to his own. It’s amazing that 17-month-old Jack understands that another person is with us even though we can’t see him or her in the same way that Jack and I see, touch, and hear each other.

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If the Genes Fit

Posted in Faith, Pregnancy and childbirth on January 30, 2013| 2 Comments »

Gratitude alone doesn’t solve all problems or answer all questions, but with sharp nails it pierces all the perceived wrong shades of color and mistakes in design.

When I felt the urge to start a blog, I annoyed myself. Seriously, does the world really need another blog going on and on about mom jeans and minivans?

Well . . . yeah . . .kind of. It is nice to know that you can share in others’ experiences. Parenthood brings all sorts of changes that are difficult to face on one’s own, and changing cars and jeans size only brushes the surface of an entire paradigm (or maybe paranormal) shift. Ordinary frustrations may feel like just that―something ordinary. Not so. Frustrations can make us look at our lives head on and choose to gain clarity and wisdom from them.

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Expecting a Bud of Joy

Posted in Pregnancy and childbirth on July 8, 2012| 3 Comments »

My husband and I planted a tulip tree when we found out we were expecting a baby. (Really, I picked out the tree and my husband shoveled the dirt; I loved being pregnant.) We chose a spot next to my flower garden, in a little patch of grass that would soon become a children’s garden.

Each morning I watered the tree and dreamed of our baby: boy or girl, brown hair or blond, blue eyes or brown? Whose nose, whose ears, whose lips, brow, and smile? How will our baby laugh? Will he or she cry often? I turned off the hose and inspected the buds, running my fingers along each little oval frame, happily anticipating new blooms. Whatever You will, Lord. Whatever You will.

Fall came, the leaves fell, and my delivery date was fast approaching. I looked out the back door at the bare tree and imagined holding our baby while watering full blooms come spring. (more…)

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