a baby is born

welcome luke russell young!

born this morning to proud parents kenny and emmelie young, and totally obliterating baby caleb as the largest newborn in the family: weighing in at 10 lbs. 6 oz.

caleb's first cut

after his first haircut this afternoon, handsome little big man now looks like this:

during his first haircut this afternoon, poor little big man looked like this:

many thanks to ms. christina and ms. terianne for their expert help. twould have been many more tears involved (mine included!) had i done this myself.

and kudos to brave baby caleb. i totally agree with you, babe, clippers are scary!

eat your veggies

caleb is very expressive when it comes to food.

he eats most of his veggies mostly whole and mostly raw (ala baby-led weaning), but every now and again, i do sneak in some baby food greens.

which he loves.


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out to sea

here are a few close up pics of the girls' mother's day dresses.

these dresses are an original design and include tulle and chiffon underskirts and a removable fabric flower pin. the bodice is adapted from schwin & schwin's maggie mae tunic.

caleb's tie tutorial is from delia creates. i included button hole elastic and a button for more adaptable sizing.

the fabric is out to sea by sarah jane for michael miller.

for those of you who don't know, the mother's day dresses were a tradition i began a few years ago in honor of my mother and grandmother who taught me, among many other things, how to sew.

so frail and small a thing

"How many pounds does the baby weigh -
Baby who came but a month ago?
How many pounds from the crowning curl
To the rosy point of the restless toe?"

Grandfather ties the 'kerchief knot,
Tenderly guides the swinging weight,
And carefully over his glasses peers
To read the record, "only eight."

Softly the echo goes around:
The father laughs at the tiny girl;
The fair young mother sings the words,
While grandmother smooths the golden curl.

And stooping above the precious thing,
Nestles a kiss within a prayer,
Murmuring softly "Little one,
Grandfather did not weigh you fair."

Nobody weighed the baby's smile,
Or the love that came with the helpless one;
Nobody weighed the threads of care,
From which a woman's life is spun.

No index tells the mighty worth
Of a little baby's quiet breath -
A soft, unceasing metronome,
Patient and faithful until death.

Nobody weighed the baby's soul,
For here on earth no weights there be
That could avail; God only knows
Its value in eternity.

Only eight pounds to hold a soul
That seeks no angel's silver wing,
But shrines it in this human guise,
Within so frail and small a thing!

Oh, mother! laugh your merry note,
Be gay and glad, but don't forget
From baby's eyes looks out a soul
That claims a home in Eden yet.

--Ethel Lynn Beers

heartbreakers

al fresco

the first outdoor dining of the season.

guten morgen

little big man took his first steps yesterday.

pottery

the traditional gift for a nine year anniversary is pottery.

so can you imagine bryan's excitement when i told him i'd planned for us to go to a local pottery painting studio to pick out and paint our very own pottery for one another?

he was thrilled. 

but he's a good sport, so he went a long with it anyway.  

when we went to pay, the cashier (an early college age girl), asked us if we would be paying separately or together.  i said together, then i told her that we were actually there celebrating our nine year wedding anniversary (aside: i was not wearing my wedding ring).  her jaw bout hit the floor -- she couldn't even contain an audible gasp.

i look young, i know, and with my head shaved, i look real young. plus, kids these days just aren't getting married much earlier than thirty, so i'm sure she thought, at most, we had been married for *negative* nine years.

i didn't dare tell her about the three rascally children we had waiting for us at home, lest she pass out right then and there.

ps - we're going back tomorrow to pick up our freshly fired and glazed ice cream bowls, so stay tuned for the big reveal!

the end of radiation

yesterday was my mom's last day of radiation. thirty-six days! she made it!

to celebrate, opa d took us out to mom's favorite duvall hotspot, ixtapa.

virgin strawberry margaritas for all!

more fun in the sun

not long after we returned home from the tulip festival of our dreams, duvall had a massive five minute hail storm.

little pea sized balls of ice being dumped (fast! and hard!) from a dark and ominous sky.

this, the girls loved.

tiptoe through the tulips

one of our family mottoes is "i can do hard things." 

but because our children are only five, three, and one, up until this point in their charmed little lives, they haven't had the opportunity to experience much hardship. 

so we decided to start small.

with the cold.

and the wind.

and the rain.

and the tulips.

yes, we dared to venture to mount vernon last weekend, in less than ideal conditions, to see the beautiful skagit county tulip festival.

let's just say the ladies were not impressed.

i'm going to level with you here, though: it was really cold. like, biting wind chill cold. like, don't take your hands out of your pockets cold. like, mere and opa d had to stay in the car cold.

so summer and afton cried a little and they whined (a lot), but still, they plodded along. 

because they can do hard things.

for sunnier days see here and here.

tres und tres

on monday this week, bryan celebrated his thirty-third birthday. of course, he partied hard like every other grown-up his age by working.

all day long. all week long. all month long.

all. year. long.

luckily for him (and us), "working" is one of bryan's favorite things to do.

he's brilliant and he works hard.  but you guys already knew that. so here are five things about bryan that you might not already know:

1) he flosses almost every day.
2) he hates celery.
3) he doesn't like to play video games or computer games or even (young family gasp!) board games.
4) he pronounces cereal "sir-ee-ul."
5) he was intially going to be named "bryan michael," but his paternal grandmother thought perhaps he might go in to medicine one day and did not think it wise for his initials to be "BM," so he was named "michael bryan" instead.

incidentally, bryan just found out a guy in our ward at church had his first and middle names switched for the exact same reason.

woah.

happy birthday, babe. this one's for you:



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a year gone by

when the labor and delivery nurse held caleb for his first little baby examination one year ago, caleb reached out and grabbed her stethoscope.

she could not get him to let it go.

she tried to pry his fingers off. she tugged. she pulled. she finagled.

he prevailed.

caleb wants so much to be a part of the world around him. he wants to be in it. to be on it. to be active. to climb stuff, to taste stuff, to throw stuff, and most of all, to grab stuff.

he can say two words, "hi," which he says whenever he's on the phone or sees someone, and "uh-oh," which he says whenever he drops something (either on purpose or accidentally).

speaking of being on the phone, caleb loves the phone. one of the most adorable things ever, ever, ever is caleb holding a phone to his ear and pretending to talk to someone.

caleb also loves to stand, but he hasn't yet invested in walking. his favorite thing to do right now is the patented "stand and throw." it goes like: grab something, stand up, and then throw it. over and over and over again. good times!

caleb is healthy. he's big and aggressive and strong and involved. he has a great sense of humor and loves to be tickled and tossed and spun and rolled. he has pretty pale skin and piercing blue eyes and wispy blonde hair. such a beautiful boy.

our beautiful, one year old boy.

nine years

happy anniversary to us:

eggs-actly

go, tell it on the mountain

some of our favorite talks from this past weekend's general conference:

Elder Jeffrey R. Holland on belief:

destruction in his wake

like all kiddilies, caleb loves to help out in the kitchen:

the gang's all here

a couple of weeks ago, the whole fam damily was in town, and we took the opportunity to go out and officially record for posterity just how good looking we all are.

behold:

photos by audrey guidi. some post-processing by me.

cancer: update two

we've tipped the scales and are now more than halfway through my mom's cancer treatment. she has two more rounds of chemotherapy and three weeks of radiation left.

overall, i think she's been doing great. i mean, the fact that she even has cancer and is going through cancer treatment certainly sucks (a lot), but her fortitude is amazing, and we've been so blessed that the side effects she's experiencing are not worse than they are. thank you so much for your prayers and support.

also, thank goodness that before cancer she had never seen downton abbey; now she only has one episode left!

in other news:

**she had a PICC line put in to aid in administering the chemo as well as various blood tests.
**unfortunately, the chemo obliterates her white blood cells (a condition called chemotherapy induced neutropenia), so she is under a "house arrest" of sorts to reduce exposure to germs and diseases et al.
**she still manages to have more hair than opa d, and summer and afton continue to remind her daily how beautiful she is.

way to go, mom! keep on kicking big C's trash!

egg hunt, too

saturday's duvall egg hunt in three pictures or less:

the starting line.

the finish line.

the cascarones (thanks for sharing, swensons!).

egg hunt

we've been to two easter egg hunts this past week, and i think it's safe to say that the girls don't really "get" the easter egg hunt.

seems they lack that killer instinct. you know, the "hunt."

summer is usually too busy examining the few eggs she has gotten her hands on to or (competitive gasp!) helping other kids find eggs, while afton (if she decides to participate) has this pesky habit of overshooting her basket and tossing her eggs back onto the ground.

but whatevs.

if they're happy, i'm happy. and believe me, all they need is some sunshine and an open field, and they're happy.

many thanks to lisa and the moms club of woodinville for hosting such a fun event!

happiness is

caleb's first swing: 

unky ken

faithful steed.

la familia de summer

summer's first family drawing:

left to right: afton, mama, daddy, summer, caleb.

this picture really makes my heart sing; there is so much to love about it (who else is totally digging byan's outfit?), but i think what i love most is how summer apparently views herself as the red-hot love child of rapunzel and angelina jolie.

own it, summer girl. own. it.