Monday, June 30, 2008
Pictured above, I present to you THE NEXT GENERATION of "Ditchdirters" in correct age order --> Lucy, Laney, Sophie, Solomon, and Jameson. And yes, this is the BEST picture we could get of the five kids together. The other options included shut eyes, stuck-out tongues, and somebody's polka dot panties. By the way, this was Jameson's first outing and he was only five days old. Welcome to the pack, Little Django!
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Friday, June 20, 2008
Jameson: Ha! Ha! I've got more hair than you!
Solomon: Ho hum. I've got a huge fist right next to that cute little nose of yours and I outweigh you by two pounds.
Jameson: I see what you mean, Solly. Did I mention I love the highlights in your hair?
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Jameson's dad is James. I know. You thought it was Frank. But the BabyDaddy is really James Frank Webster. Frank's twin brother is James Robert. Grandad is James Lang and Great Grandad was James Elias. Apparently the Great Great was a Frank Elias, but he must have been a son of James because according to Frank's aunt, this little James(on) is number eleven. I thought it went back a bit further than that...maybe even to the brother (cousin?) of Christ?
So we decided on Jameson because it honors tradition and yet it's unique. Teachers will be able to pronounce it on the first day of school, but he probably won't have to go by "Jameson W." It's not on any Top 100 lists. We did not name our son after a whiskey, but I'll have you know that it's considered one of the finest in Ireland. And we're Irish-ish.
And the Samuel? Why Sam, I am? He was NOT named after the Samuel on Frank's side of the family, who was reputed to be "a real son-of-a-bitch." He was NOT named after the Uncle Sam on my mom's side of the family, who used to send me a $5 bill each Christmas -- for a long time I thought I was related to THE Uncle Sam, who would have access to such a crisp Lincoln. Sam is just a name that we both really liked. (We also considered Elias, Reese, Finn, Schofield, and Buren.) But if he doesn't like a name like Jameson, what chance would we have of him liking any of those weirdo names? So "Sam" could be his chance at normalcy. And it starts with "S." Like Sophie. And Stacy (whose immediate family members were Jerry, Jane, Jeff, Jeanette, Joel, Jordan, and Jason...aunts and uncles included Jeane, Jud, Jill, and the other Jeff). It was time for another "S." It's a nod to the Momma.
The runner-up middle name was Django. (And, incidentally, it combines Sophie's choices of names: Jesus and Mango). We decided that might set up too many expectations for musical genius. Or prophecy. Or fruitiness. But Django makes a great nickname. Other nicknames so far? Grandad calls him "J" and Momma has called him Cricket, as in Jiminy. Sophie insists on all three syllables of Jameson, and it seems to suit him best.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Monday, June 16, 2008
We needed a fun, laid-back activity that wasn't too far from home. We've been expecting this new baby "any day now" for a couple of weeks, and the waiting gets a bit tiring. They say that spicy foods or long walks or drinking a Guiness can bring on labor...but apparently being lazy gets the job done, too! This is how I spent my last day as a preggo:
On Saturday, June 14th, we became a family of four! Sophie is proud to introduce her baby brother, Jameson Samuel Webster. He was born at 7:37 a.m. and weighed 7 lbs., 2.8 oz. He's 21 inches tall, has a head of dark hair like Sophie (and Stacy) did (but his is a bit more hobbitty), and seems to be a very laid-back little guy so far. And he scored a 10 on his APGAR; that might not help him get into college, but we're very proud of his first perfect score.
Once we catch up on our sleep, we'll post more pics. Stay tuned!
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Little Buddies: True, only one of them is sucking in oxygen at the moment, but this still counts as their first picture together.
Check out some of the great pics of the amazing Solomon Allan Stephens:
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
But all of this may be beside the point. After all, at this stage in the game, I think I have ZERO CONTROL over when this baby is born. And the biggest time clencher of all? The Stephens went and had their critter yesterday. Laney was born on a Monday and Sophie was born on a Friday. So...little Solomon Allan Stephens entered the world on a Monday. (Tune in later for a post about the adorable new guy.) Adam called me yesterday when Maggie was checked in to the hospital and gave me my four-day warning. And that means WAY more than any Braxton Hicks contraction. I may just be spending this summer as a brunette with crushed up goldfish crackers on the floorboard. Oh, well...
If you're feeling prudish...don't scroll through the rest of these pics. You might see a BELLY.
Here's Sophie giving Momma gross lick-kisses. She's so very loving...
Hello in there? Can you wait until finals week is over?
This is my baby brother. I want to name him Mango. Or Jesus. Since Mom and Dad haven't picked a middle name yet, I'd say there's still a chance...
Me and my kids: