Welcome To The World Baby Nephew!

Dear Baby,

My name is Hannah and I am your biggest fan.

I am also your auntie. 

Which doesn't mean much to some... 

but to me baby boy, you are my world. 

And that means that already I am planning for our future together.

Oh how I can't wait to take you on your first adventure camping in the woods.

I also can't wait to teach you all sorts of bad words so that you'll repeat them to your mommy and daddy.

I can't wait to snuggle with you and kiss your soft round cheeks, which are the most perfect things I have ever seen.

I can't wait to run around with you.

Teaching you the best places to hide at Full Belly Farm.

I can't wait to help you with homework and girl problems.

I will be there for you baby.

Through it all. 

I will hold your hand as we cross the street

and help you decide what car you should get.

I will wish you luck on tests and football games and first dates.

I will hold you in my arms when your momma is giving birth to a younger sister or brother for you to play with.

I will tell you you are my favorite. 

Because everyone deserves to hear it.

And because I will always mean it. 

I will love you forever, baby. 

You are the most precious thing in the whole wide world and I can't even begin to
describe how lucky you are to have chosen this family to live with for the next 18 years of your life. 

These two parents already love you more than any other thing in this world.

More than cooking or their dog Milo. 

They think you are the most perfect thing in the whole world. 

They couldn't stop staring at you when I saw you for the first time last night.

And I don't blame them. 

How could you possibly stop looking and stop loving a small person as perfect and squishy as you?

You don't. You just can't.

I love you to the moon and back again.

Love from,

Your auntie H. 

Born yesterday, September 1st, 2012. 

8 pounds 8 oz. 21 inches. 

Cutest baby boy in the world and my very first nephew.

Babies. Continued.

So, if you remember, from an earlier post, I plan on adopting all of my future children. 

How I see it? 

There are HECKA (I say that word sarcastically) babies out in this huge world already. 

Most of them with out good families, love or food. 

Well, instead of pushing another one out of my privates, into this crazy world of ours. 

My plan is to help give a warm, peaceful, happy childhood to those who need it most. 

I want:

To smile at those kids who don't have smiles.

To exclaim loudly and obnoxiously when they do something ordinary.

 To dance around with them before I tuck them in to a cozy bed. 

To kiss their face each morning, reminding them they are no longer alone. 

I want:

To help them explore our backyard and the rest of the world. 

To help kids turn into students and builders and adventurers. 

I WANT:

To give a child who may have had nothing... everything! 

The moon, the stars and my heart. 

As you can tell, having my OWN babies has NOTHING to do with the fact that I don't like babies... 

 I LOVE babies. 

I can't get enough of their squishy little faces and small pudgy arms.

 I love the way they smell and their big, soft, round eyes. 

I love their open minds and kind hearts. 

I love their curiosity for the little things and the way that they will love you at the end of night... 

No matter how bad the world is getting. 

I love babies so much I can't hold it in any longer... 

I am going to be an Aunt! 

My brother Amon, and his wife Jenna are having a small baby in August! 

Remember them?

The news is slowly leaking out, so I think it's about time I can tell you all. 

Because I am just so damn excited! 

I am going to love this little baby with every inch of my heart.

 When they told us about a week after New Years I instantly started crying, which surprised even me. 

I had no idea why I was so happy.

 I mean, yeah, it's a baby, it's cool and little and squishy, but did I really need to start blubbering about it?? 

Well, yes. 

I did. 

I do.

Because, being someone who believes that everyone deserves to be hugged, warm and well fed.

I feel happy.

Because, if there are any fit and capable parents in the world, it's these two. 

They have enough love to generate electricity, they have a cozy home and cook delicious food. 

And

If they love this baby half as much as they love their dog Milo, I know this small lump of a thing will be just fine.

 I am going to be an Aunt, guys. 

I am going to buy baby clothes and snuggle and hold that baby until it turns blue 

(Not really, I'll be careful I swear) 

I am going to love the HECK of of that small morsel of a thing and I know that the rest of our community will too. 

I can't wait for August. 

I can't wait for the future, because this baby is just the beginning of a whole new life. 

 <3

The future Parents? 

Beautiful right?

Guest Post: How cool is my sister?

I have the coolest sister. She is smart, kind, beautiful, and wise. She can make a room full of people laugh, can snuggle like a champ on Christmas morning (or any morning, for that matter), has the cutest little tiny butt, and she has so, so much heart. And, to top it off, yesterday was her birthday!

I love telling (and hearing) birth stories on birthdays. Partly because I am obsessed with babies, but mostly because each birth is unique- and hot damn, a baby being born is such a freaking miracle! Being older (and wiser, and smarter, and cuter... ) than my baby sister, I was lucky enough to be present at her birth- and really remember it. What a special night it was!

The day my beautiful sister was born was pretty uneventful. I remember spending a lot of time with my older and younger brothers, fairly clueless about what was going to happen. Sister made her way into the world pretty much like she faces each morning– sleepy, quiet, and pretty calm (she is calm ONLY when nobody wakes her up before she is ready- otherwise... WATCH OUT!). She was born at home, in my parent's bedroom, with her oldest brother and sister watching, helping, and coaching (and trained midwives and my dad, too. We aren't THAT weird!). I have vivid memories of my mom squeezing my hand and my brother yelling "JUST PUSH, MOM!" (Okay- maybe we ARE that weird...) And then she was here. And my whole life changed.

She was perfect. Small. Cute (she was born pretty- who does that?!?). She had the sweetest little face and hands and belly and I just wanted to spend all day and night kissing, holding, and squeezing her.

And now, 20 years later, she has grown into a wonderful woman. Sister cares about other people more than most I know. She has a bewitching power over boys. She loves to be different. She seeks and sees the good in people. She has the strongest convictions and the best heart. She envisions her life in a beautiful way. She doesn't love work. She doesn't really know how to cook that well. She loves to eat things that come out of a can (but has difficulties if that can doesn't have 'structions). She isn't really good at math.

But she is my sister.

And she is the coolest.

Love, A Very Proud Big Sister who hacked her Sister's blog. Bwhahahahaa!