Our happy news this holiday season

There are no words for how over the moon excited we are to be expecting our second child. 

More than anything, both Keith and I are most excited to be giving Henry the best gift our parents ever gave us...a sibling. We are blessed each with an amazing sister who are incredible aunties as well ;) They share more than just our childhood, they share every bump, every heartache, each triumph and mistake, every fender bender, and every adventure...they watch us write the story that is our life through the eyes of our equal. The truest friend we'll every have. 

To everyone who loves us, who loves Hen and has joined us on this journey, we are so blessed to know you and are thrilled you'll be along for this one.

And to mention one special person, the artist and dear sweet friend who captured our growing family this holiday season, Christin, I thank you a million times over. You are a true talent and friend. A gem for sure and I am so lucky to know and love you. 



Hen and his Mimi

There is something truly incredible about watching my son and my mother together. Little noises and faces she makes that remind me of my childhood, this quiet patience that I see in them that I feel like an outsider to, bearing witness to something that really has nothing and yet everything to do with me, is amazing.

 If you have ever had the pleasure of enjoying the magic that is a grandmother, then you get it...if you have been here, in my shoes, as a new mom reliving a little piece of history made better, then you get it. Mimi is a true favorite, and one that will only become more beloved as time goes on. Cheers to grammies everywhere, they are really the best ( I love you Gram and Grandma Chris ).

Early morning snuggles with Mimi.

Hen is SUPER excited to go to the farmers market ( just one of the two we went to while she was here...she LOVES her some farmers markets!) 

 We both brought our cameras and sipped coffee, snapped some photos and took turns dodging under bright tents full of all the bounty that Southern California has to offer.

Too much fun for this guy...

A little music makes my boy so happy! 

We love you Mimi! Come back soon!

A Henry was born...


 Never has it felt so against me. 
In these past few months I have been letting this blog stew tenderly in my mind. With each precious moment, of which there are so many, I have made a mental note to add it to the pot. At night when I'm rocking in a dark nursery, with only a sliver of light stretching out from the door to greet us, I want to collect the silence. After my son has had his fill and curls up into my chest, drunk with milk, I want to add the contentment. While gently lowering myself and my 4 week old into a warm bath, a moment I've looked forward to since forever, I note to add my confidence.
When it seems he can cry no more and throws another hour of it in the ring, I want to add my patience. While I hum 
songs to him at the changing table and he grins wildly at me,
I note to add this joy. When walking about town and a 
stranger stops at his cuteness, I want to add my pride. In the evening when Keith comes home to find his son is still awake 
and complete elation lights up my boy's faces, I want 
to add their adoration...

But like I said, time is against me. At two months old I see this chubby baby where my stretched out little newborn was, and I just want to bawl. I can't imagine him not being as perfect as he is or being as happy
as he makes us at this very second. So, the thought of time passing, becoming something else, 
moving one step closer to the day when he will no longer be
my sweet noodle, kills me. All the while I am
hovering in each moment, never wanting to miss a thing (or to forget it to share/archive) and the list grows longer and longer; right along with the list of chores to do, people to call, etc.

There was no preparing for this, every mothers advice stating as much is true. There are no words for this love.

And so my friends, Henry Porter Yeomans has arrived. And with him he has brought more love, fear, passion, joy and gratitude than I have ever known. Yes, I am addicted to this point in my life, to my sweet joyful son, to the man I married and now love more than I ever thought possible; and like an addict, I am desperate for these quiet days with my son like nothing I've ever wanted before. It's truly amazing...
that anyone can be this happy. And while he changes daily, getting more rolls by the minute and his red tuft of hair in the front longer, I change too. I'm one of those women I could never see
myself becoming - an obsessed mommy who doesn't seem to find
the time to brush her hair, but
has all the time in the world for her baby (or anything 
remotely related to said baby).

Welcome my darling son, I hope the world for you 
(and also that you don't grown to resent this mommy/shadow 
you have).

Henry Porter Yeomans
5:10 am
7 lbs  14 oz 
22 inches
Long Beach, CA

best. thing. ever.

We love you noodle.