A Video of 3 Month Old Fiona “Talking”

Well, I already shared it with everyone on Facebook. I thought I might want to go ahead and share it with you my dear readers. orry to have neglected you. You Tube is a great idea and a pain in the buhunkis (sp?) to upload. But worth it. The video records what little babies are doing at the 3 month mark. Fascinating. Mark messed me up by clicking and recording at the same time. You can see her respond to his phone noises. Enjoy


The Many Faces of Fiona

What can you really say to express the wonder and amazement that is a new person. Eight years ago, my friend Terry gave me a little framed saying, “Babies are a nice way to start people”. They are made from nothingness and suddenly they’re living with you, confounding your daily existence with their needs absolutely. And you’re sold.

The little jokes and running silly baby names and games are what we love to create and I thought to give you a peek into my loony entertainment at Fiona’s expense.

The Attack Chair

This is the attack chair. Also known as the poopy chair for my wee one’s propensity to take care of her business in her pants whilst seated in said chair, it’s primarily known as the “Attack Chair” for its tendency to reach out and grab at your feet as you pass by. It’s those stabilizing bent wire legs that jut out. But you think it’s back further than it is. It has a taste for trip and a need to snigger at you when you trip on it.

The little nick names we give the children are what we excel at. Eamon was Grammy’s cupcake and my Baby Lou. Now he’s Lou and sometimes Loulie. Alter evil ego is Loubert. And the three of us were Emu, Mamu, and Dadu. Silly and somehow extremely necessary. Not sure what Fiona will be but probably family

As of now, we’ve got a bunch of cute little names cooking for Fiona. There’s Barferella and Grumbelina. More unflattering, Senorita Spews A lot and Nitro Baby. Bridget Fidget and Grousy Mousy are my cute ones. And yesterday, Mark came up with Barfy Dorothy in response to some other one I can’t think of now. And then there’s Buttercup but we think that may be too long. Princess Buttercup, anyone remember?Daddy and Fiona half face

If I could figure out how to play music here, I’d choose Sting’s All Four Seasons in One Day
because she’s had me guessing like a game show fool. Or sometimes she’s a good portion of the Seven Dwarves. Girls.


We celebrated Fiona’s miraculous presence in our lives with a meet the baby party yesterday. She’s two months old. I had written a poem in honor of what it is she gifts the world and those who come in contact with her supreme cuteness and innocence. It’s called Hope.


I could be dulled

By my daily routine.
In the trenches

Left boob, right boob,
Change poopy, cat nap,
Rinse and repeat.
I forget about our need

Until I look into your eyes.
The most important need.
The one babies fulfill.
In every face that looks upon our
Baby daughter Fiona,
Even crazy people’s faces,
I see Hope dawn. Hope ignite.
A chance for future hope and
more life to enjoy.

Your welcome and thank you.

You’re Right, She Does Look Like Him

Everybody keeps saying Fiona looks just like Eamon. And I supposed it was true. The picture below is one I’ve had pinned to my art cabinet of my son as a newborn. I took a picture of the picture (it has a scratch on it) and one of my daughter in the carrier sleeping on my chest.

And the results are in. You all are right. She looks eerily like him at that age. Except she’s got a girl nose.

Baby Eamon

Baby Fiona

Many of you ask how’s Eamon doing with the addition of a sister? Well, he never outright said for us to take her back. But he did ask me whether I liked the cat or the baby better. Because he liked the cat better. He is really great at bouncing her in the bouncy chair. And he likes to hold her when she’s not crying. Other than that, he never looks at her.

Eamon kisses fiona

Unless we tell him to kiss her.

6 week old Eamon

Baby Eamon

happy ballerina baby

Baby Fiona

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Daddy sleeping with baby Eamon


Daddy sleeping with baby Fiona

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Mommy holding baby Eamon at the shop

Mommy and Fiona

Mommy holding baby Fiona at home

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Baby Eamon aka Baby Lou at 8 weeks


And baby Fiona not quite 8 weeks but that would be now so good enough.

You tell me, do they look alike?

Fiona’s Butterfly Hands

Her hands begin to flutter and circle about her head like tiny butterflies,

She is as a geisha doing a sensuous finger fan dance

She is sign rapping a song of love

She is the conductor of an orchestra, holding the note high

and the musicians in silent rapture.

Eyes half closed in ecstasy

As her mouth suckles in celebration of this her only meal.

She caresses her ears and her face,

Grasping, sighing, searching to settle and grabbing again,

Her tiny  bowed lips taking deep deep drinks.

She makes quietly divine cooing noises and shudders with relief.

Her celebration unfolds, once again the telling of

the unity with my breast and her being, happy to coexist here and now.

Fed and full and Fiona.

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