Sunday, May 3, 2015

Our New Babe

It seemed so far away for so long.
The due date.

And then...it was time.

Monday morning I snapped the last pic of my babe in my belly,
 and got a little teary eyed as we pulled the door shut behind us, knowing that everything was about to change.


I was induced at 7 a.m. & labor couldn't have been better.
Then at 3:53 in the afternoon our babe had arrived & I heard,
"It's a boy."

Then, you know I was bawling my eyes out 
as they placed my beloved boy on my chest,
 and it was love at first sight.


We were meant to be.
He was meant to be.



So new, so fresh, so perfect.

Baby Blue.
That's his name.
Blue Malachi Doyle.


Annie joined us first and she had been crying too.

Kelly thought she cried cause it was another brother,
but, she cried cause fierce love raged inside her too.


One thing for sure.
This little boy is loved.




Grandparents, cousins, aunties, uncles, &
dear friends all rushed in to welcome Blue.

Blue Malachi

Malachi is man of strength and integrity 
and we are blessed to have him in our lives.  
He invests in our children and loves them dearly.

Malachi is always the first cousin to hold the babes.  
Tradition.


And when Malachi is done we passed him around.


Even the littlest cousin (5 months) took a turn.


You can tell Blue loved it.

And at the end of a very long day I was left alone with just Blue.


That's the way I like to do it.


Just the 2 of us
for our first night.

Then, the very next day,
we put on his new hat,

and took our Blue home.

Where he is cuddled and loved,



by lots and lots of big brothers 
& a very proud big sister.







So that's how his story began.
Blue
April, 27  2015
7 lbs.  14 oz.
21 inches





(And as I took those pics)













Saturday, April 25, 2015

The Time is Near...

The date has been set.  
The doctor told me to check into the hospital 
on Monday to meet this baby.

I'm having lots of contractions today so 
I'm hoping to make it through the weekend.
It's the first time I've not been anxious to just be done.
Maybe since it's the last one?

So, today was preparation day.

I washed and folded little pink & blue onsies for the hospital.



We dug the infant seat out of garage and
Annie helped me prepare the bassinet.


She seems to be thinking a lot 
about whether she's getting another brother or how things 
will change if she's no longer the only girl in the family.

The day seemed a little emotional for us both, so
after the work was done, we decided to have one last girls' day
 before the babe would be joining us.

First, we hit the outlets to buy some blues for our guys. 
(And of course, matching shirts for the boys to wear to the hospital.)



Frozen yogurt for lunch.


Then we saw


All the while the contractions were getting stronger 
& I was just hoping my water wouldn't break before 
our fun was done. 

We still had to hit the local Mall 
'cause she had a little money burning a hole in her wallet.

You can't go wrong when the girl you are hanging with has pandas on her nails and pulls money from her 
wiener dog wallet to pay for her lip-gloss.


And then guess what happened?

I saw a boy checking her out...
CHECKING HER OUT!

I sure didn't tell her, and sorry folks, but I I know you will find this hard to believe, but I didn't even snap his picture for you all. 
 I just wanted to say...She's 10 buddy.

I didn't.

What I did do was smile, as I watched her pay at Gap Kids for a little cupcake charm to add to her charm bracelet.  


Because yes, she is only 10 but she's so grown up too.

And who knows how things are going to change around here.
We had fun wondering if girl days would be 
forever changed come Monday.

Only God knows.
And we know His plan will be perfect.

Monday will be here before we know it...
...and now we finally are ready.









Thursday, March 19, 2015

Living Like Royalty...

My boys LOVE cooking.
A little too much.
 
 
If I even walk into the kitchen Rocco & Roo pop up magically, out of nowhere,
"What are we making?" & "What can I do?"
 
I can't lie...drives me a tad bonkers.
& then I hand them kitchen tools
because there is NO WAY to get them away.
None.
 
If I turn on a cooking show they jump on my lap to watch it too.
 
So when Bo got this little book from his school library,
 
 
and found this recipe...Castle Pies,
 
 
I knew it meant we were making Castle Pies.
All of us.
 
Luckily, there were jobs for everyone.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Rocco said, "Bo, I can tell you are a
great cook cause you made a huge mess," he was serious,
and by round 3 the shirt came off.
 
 
We were not crazy of the idea of
figs, cloves, pepper & honey filling,
so we filled those babies up with
cherry & raspberry pie filling.
 
 
And let me tell you those mini Castle Pies were way too good.
I had 3. 
2 for me & 1 for the baby,
and I was too full to eat my dinner.
 
Annie grabbed my camera, as any blogging daughter would,
and caught Kelly taste testing, "What do you think Dad?"
Our only problem was:
 
 
This guy.
 
 
He couldn't keep his hands off them while they were cooling.
I think he ate more than me,
and he still ate his dinner!
 
We might not live in a castle but we ate like kings.
The only things missing were our crowns.
(But you can bet we all would have been in crowns if I would have thought of it at the time.)
 

 

Sunday, March 1, 2015

The Last Day

We don't even call winter WINTER. 
At our house...we call it HOCKEY SEASON.
 
Annie, Bo, & Rocco all play
And it gets crazy! 
 
Annie
 
 
Bo
 
 
Rocco
 
The weekends get sooooo crazy!
Besides Annie's many weeknight practices,
our weekends can be anywhere from 4-7 games.
 
 But just look at my boys...
 
 
8 is my number this year...since soon we will be a family of 8.
 
Today was Rocco's last day of the season.
 
 
It was my shift as Kel was with Bo at his game.
 
 
Do you have any idea how cute 5 year olds are
zooming around when they can barely see over the boards?
 


 
And at his game, he scored twice.
 
Sure maybe, both times, he plowed down
his own teammates right in front of the net,
stole the puck from them, and shot it in net.
I was proud anyway.
 
But that wasn't my favorite part.
My favorite part was that every time he fell down, scored a goal, or thought he was doing a cool move...
 
...he looked for me.
 
Even in the midst of all the chaos,
He would look up to the stands,
look me in the eyes & smile.
 
 
And of course my heart would swell & I'd smile right back.
 
 
 
 
I felt like the luckiest girl in the world.