just the girls... we like to laugh

bobby is on the road and august and i are hanging out for a few days... sometimes she giggles to no end. tonight we giggled together. i love my daughter... she's amazing.

Augustella talks the Sun into setting

Grunts and a lot of em were heard last night from our little cave troll as her eyes watched the sun burn down into the water.    Twas her first setting sun!

Augustella laments Brett Favre

augustella's song

honoring the baby catcher...

Something pretty neat happened last week... Bobby, Augustella, and I, along with four other couples and their babes, had the chance to have our favorite baby catcher, Dr. Rob Biter, over for a backyard dinner in his honor at Scott and Susy's. Within the past year (between August '07 and April '08), Logan, Sofia, London, Blaine, and Augustella came into the world with the help of Dr. Biter. We parents know each other mainly from church and all just happened to have the same doctor. We wanted to say thanks, so we invited him over for dinner. This might seem like a pretty small thing- but getting five families together AND more amazingly, an obgyn who personally attends to ALL of his patients births was a pretty big deal. The dinner and company was truly sweet... one of those nights that seem to go by quite fast and when it's over, you wish you could repeat it again. Maybe after the next round of kiddos... I have a feeling we'll be adding on a few other friends' families next time around.

augustella goes rolling

babies bring joy

Since becoming a mom... I've noticed something about the general population, men and women, young and old, downtrodden and seemingly happy alike. As I've been out and about with Augustella, I've noticed that people can't help but light up as she passes by, or if they're lucky enough, as we pause in our coming and going. I hear excited comments from little kids who talk loudly with unashamed freedom and see smiles on the faces of businessmen standing in line at Starbucks... perhaps they're thinking about their own children who are at home and how they wish they could be there with them, playing the day away... but know that working to provide is their current lot in life.

I find myself in conversations with people like the airline worked who's pushing a woman in a wheelchair as we ride the elevator together. He asks how old my daughter is... I reply "three months." He lights up and shares that his is a month and a half. I can tell that he's thinking about his little one and giving thanks.

Just yesterday, Susy and I were in the grocery store with Augustella and her son Blaine. The woman behind the counter looked as if her day was brightened at the sight of these two and another customer paid August a sweet compliment. Susy whispered to me that she's been struck by how much people seem to be made happy by babies and I agreed... and I commented on how I think it would be a fascinating topic to write on... and so I did.