Wednesday, August 13, 2008

One Year Ago...

I got a little weepy watching my baby girl sleeping this morning. She's now officially one year old and it's gone by way too fast and like I've said many times before I wish I could just hit the pause button or even slo-mo.

It's amazing to see how she's changed in a year...that can't be the same baby!


Good morning sleepyhead! You're one year old today!

We spent most of the day prepping for her Big Birthday Bash coming up this weekend. I baked some cakes (I have a very cool cake design planned...you'll have to wait 'til Saturday and I'll post pics) and we did some shopping. We also took a trip to WalMart to have her photos taken. Yes, WalMart. Sorry to those WalMart haters out there, but you'll have to admit the pics turned out pretty great and the prices were right for my budget. There was a PictureMe studio at our local store and I was impressed with the quality, considering it cost about half the price of the usual studio we go to.
Not quite ready for her closeup


We had lunch with Grandma P. and her bowling buddies at a Chinese Buffet Restaurant and then dinner with Grandma R., Daddy, and Auntie Sarah at Habit Burger.

Lauren was pretty pooped by the end of the day with all the running around but she had energy enough to blow out her first birthday candle (on a mini cake I baked for her).

Happy Birthdaaaay Deeear Laaaauuu Lauuuuu....Happpy Birrthdaaaay Toooo YOuuuuu!!!!

I LOVE CAKE!!!!! ILOVEITILOVEITILOVEIT!!!


I'm still in denial that my baby girl is a year old. It seems just yesterday I kissed her fat cheeks for the very first time.

I'm One Year Old Today!!!





I'm a big girl now!


Lauren had a fun-filled and activity packed birthday week...and it's not over yet. I've been super busy (and I mean SUPER BUSY) so I'll post later when I get a chance. In the meantime enjoy these pics we took on her bday. Look at my my big girl!




















Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Remembering Labor...

One year ago today, my water broke. In hindsight, my labor wasn't too bad. Considering what I got at the end, I'd go through it all again. Well, I could do without the scary nightmarish complications of shoulder dystocia...but all in all...it was well worth it.

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Dedication Day

What is a Baby Dedication? It is a simple ceremony where the parents of a baby stand before the church congregation and promise to raise the child with Christian principles. The congregation prays for the family and also agree to help and to encourage the parents as they raise their child into a strong Christian. It doesn't really have anything to do with salvation since we believe that it is a personal choice that comes later in life. It is more of a promise by the parents to raise a child as a Christian and a declaration of their intentions.

Lauren was dressed in a pretty white dress and we stood in front of the congregation with 2 other families dedicating their babies. Our pastor led the entire congregation in a prayer of encouragement for us, the parents, to raise our babies knowing the Lord. It was really beautiful. Imagine a whole church full of people promising to help you raise your child in a loving environment! I felt so empowered with all the support from the congregation. Lauren was well behaved and enjoyed all the attention.

My nieces and nephew were able to come for the Dedication and also Lauren's Godfather. As in Catholic Baptism, Godparents are present to promise to help raise the child and guide her in her Christian walk. She's got quite a collection of Godparents now! A total of 6, two of which are in the Philippines. Afterwards, there was a church potluck and we enjoyed burgers and church-potluck-type-food. We didn't really have a big celebration since Lauren's Big Birthday Bash was coming up in a week. We did have a cake for her at the party to acknowledge this special day.

Thursday, August 7, 2008

Lullabye


I still remember the lullabye my mom used to sing to me when I was a baby...well, I just remember one line and it goes something like "Go to sleep, my darling baby....mommy is not far away..." The rest of the memory is hazy but that line and the melody stand out and will be with me always, no matter how old I get.

Sometimes I sing that to Lauren, but there is another song that I sing to her almost every night...it is aptly titled "Lullabye" by Billy Joel. It is a sweet song that he wrote for his own daughter while he was going through a divorce with Christy Brinkley. Even though the context might not be universal, the sentiment is. It's basically about a father's never-ending love for his baby girl. Click the tape above and you can hear the song.

Those close to me know how sentimental this lullaby is for me and has more meaning for me than just a song about the love for a child. See, this song for me carries with it memories of my father, who died in 1999.

In the summer of 1998, his last summer, I tried to spend most of my time with Dad. He was sick with pancreatic cancer and was undergoing chemotherapy and radiation treatments. His prognosis wasn't good, but he was hopeful. Always hopeful.

At the time, I was working for a clinical laboratory in Sacramento. Peter lived in an apartment nearby. We weren't engaged yet, but he would come over almost every evening after work and hang out with me and Dad. He knew I couldn't go out on regular dates because I needed to spend time at home. My Mom worked nights so I cooked dinner and kept Dad company and took care of him. Most nights we stayed home and watched TV. Peter and Dad got to know each other well during those nights. They sat together in the TV room, watching the ball game or PBS (they shared a fondness for nature shows). Sometimes I played the piano while dad sat in his recliner, listening with his eyes closed.

I was going through a Billy Joel piano phase at the time so I was playing through his songbook. "Lullabye" was one of my dad's favorite pieces. He hummed along while I played, and after the last notes would smile and say, still with his eyes closed, "I like that one..."

I don't know if he knew the words...I think he just liked the melody. But I'm sure I sang it a couple of times and he probably knew what it was about even if he didn't know it word for word. Those were very emotional days. Even though we didn't talk about it, we knew that there was a chance his cancer would not go away. Despite our optimism, the fear and dread was always there hanging around in the background, and the words of this lullabye seemed less sweet than sad. Sometimes while playing this song tears would come to my eyes, but I had to hide them. I couldn't stop playing to wipe them away or else he could tell I was crying. Since my back was turned to him I would just let my tears drip onto the piano keys.

I promised I would never leave you
And you should always know
No matter where you go
No matter where you are
I never will be far away...

Fast foward to my wedding, in 2000. Dad was gone, but we got married with his blessing (Peter proposed while Dad was still alive..in front of him in fact!). For the father/daughter dance I chose to dance instead with my older brothers...the closest thing I had to dancing with my Dad. I think I cried during the entire dance, and so did almost everybody in the reception hall. I felt his presence there, echoed in the melody of the lullabye:

Good night my angel, now it's time to dream...
And dream how wonderful your life will be...

Tonight, I put Lauren to bed the same way I did the first night I held her in my arms and rocked her to sleep in the hospital. I sang her lullabye...it belongs to her now, too. I thought of dad tonight and I cried, as I often do while singing this to her. The song has two purposes...one, it helps soothe her to sleep. Two, it's my time to remember dad. I can sing it over and over and over as the memories (mostly happy, but not always) come flooding back.

Someday your child may cry and if you sing this lullabye
Then in your heart there will always
be a part of me..
Someday we'll all be gone but lullabyes go on and on
They never die, that's how you and I will be.

It's nights like this that I miss my Daddy so much.








Friday, August 1, 2008

Corny

Peter drives by Sloughhouse near Auburn on his way home from work and today he saw that they were picking corn. He stopped by and bought a few ears that they'd just picked this morning. What a difference fresh corn makes. The corn was so light and sooo sweet I didn't need to even think about butter. And I can't think of another way to say right now, the kernels were crispy juicy---they were firm, but as soon as you bit in, the juice just squirted out. So yummy. Even Lauren got in on the action scraping at the cob with her two bottom teeth.


It'll be a fun diaper change tomorrow.

Happy Birthday Uncle Chris!



She wouldn't sit still with the sign so we ditched it....



Happy Birthday Uncle/Ninong Chris!!!! Hope you have a wonderful day! I love you!