Sometimes, Praying Works

About a year and a half ago... I said a very public prayer for a dear friend. I've known her since forever. (God knows why anyone who knew the teenage me is still my friend, but she is.)

Today... the Universe has answered.

Little Arabella was born this morning. All 5 pounds and 15 ounces of her. She's beautiful, she's tiny, she couldn't be more perfect if she were mine.

Generally, I fight with feelings of jealousy and mourn my uterus whenever a baby is born to someone I know, but not today. Today all my emotions are happy. What a lucky girl she is; she'll be coming home to 3 big brothers and a set of parents who are over the moon.

This post is going to be short... I've got to get back to sewing cute little lacy stuffs for Miss Bella. I'm even planning a trip south to (maybe) deliver the pressies.

Sometimes, the Universe just works like it's supposed to. I, for one, am grateful.

Broken Bones and Silly Faces

So, my little man is broken. 

He fell at his father's over the weekend and broke his foot. We spent today in the ER getting a cast and a walking boot. 

He's a trooper though. He's a big fan of his "robot leg" and even shared it with his cousin. Let's hope he faces all of his life's obstacles with grace and a touch of humor.