Two months old

David is now two months old (plus a few days, I guess) though it seems like he's been around a lot longer than that. He likes to be held and is seriously cute when he coos, which is often. David weighed 14 pounds at his checkup a few days ago--what a chunk! Here he is, napping in the sun like a true desert baby:

I couldn't ask for a sweeter baby, especially for a third child (not that I'm exactly saying my older two can drain my energy, but...). When I'm out and about with just him, people always assume he's my first and say "enjoy him while he's little; they grow up so fast!" Believe me, I know, people. I am in no rush for this little guy to grow up.

John said the other day, "Let's keep him!" and I agree!

this week...

...I celebrated another year of life on Tuesday--26 years old now

...had some down time at the cabin with my husband and kids. Havilah was a little high strung (ok, a lot) but we still enjoyed being out of town and the sensation of cold air.

...bought the kids some pumpkins on the side of the road in Flagstaff.

...the kids and I had fun at the park tonight with all of the Phoenix area family, celebrating the October birthdays. David was passed around a bit--he's very snugly!

...(well, a few weeks ago) David began smiling and rolling over. Now I am looking forward to hearing him laugh!

...we are making a routine that involves all five of us, being productive, enjoying family time, and growing as people. Wish us luck! (-:

siblings

David is one patient baby, I'm telling you...

He's well loved and receives plenty of affection; it will be a good day when he can stand up for himself and join in the play--rather than being the toy!! (-:

birth story and pictures

David Samuel Honeycutt was born August 13 at 11:59 a.m. after approximately 20 hours of labor. It was a challenge to convince him to get out of my ribs, which is why it lasted so long. Despite the length, the labor and birth went exactly as I wanted it to. I had amazing nurses and felt in control of my movement, pain, and how things progressed. There were no complications and he was born a healthy 9 lbs, 2 oz, and 20 1/4 inches long.

Like my other babies, he's a good nurser and a good sleeper. He's especially calm and easy going (especially if he's being held). His life mainly consists of eating and sleeping, but he's beginning to have periods of alertness when he takes in the world, including his lovely visitors and adoring siblings. (-:

My dad came for a quick visit a couple days after David's birth. Originally, we thought he would be the last grandparent to come so it was a nice surprise to have him come early (since David did too!).

Next came Mimi...

and a few days later, Papa...

Last but certainly not least, my mom came for a visit:

John is doing so well with David. David is actually relaxed in John's arms, which surprises me considering John is just four. He probably has a bit of daddy magic, like his dad.

Havilah has to be watched a bit closer but she adores "Dadid" just as much.

Oh, and his parents don't think he's half bad either...

Shawna, Jordan, Jonathan, and Jonathan's girlfriend Chelsea will be here over the next week. Hooray for family visits--I am so grateful that our family has made the effort to be with us in this special (albeit slightly hectic) time!

...the oil of gladness instead of mourning... - Isaiah 61:3

Five years ago today my world turned upside down when we found out that our first baby had died in the womb. I was twenty years old and had never encountered deep grief. I had also never encountered a community of love carrying me through such pain and darkness. That day brought so much sadness and many questions. It also brought so much support and many acts of love and thoughtfulness. A few months ago I re-read all of the cards and notes sent to us after our baby died. I cried at the memories and thanked God for giving us people who stood with us, told us of their experiences with baby loss, and prayed us through the dark.

I miss that little babe. I think a part of me always will. I have healed from the grief and am whole. I also see (some of) the purposes for what we went through. But my heart will always feel sad when I wonder about my baby and think of what "would have been."

Today, though, I thank God for three beautiful, healthy children who fill my heart with joy day after day. They are sunshine in my house, the fulfillment of my longing for a baby that was so intense five years ago. Today, I am a different person than I was five years ago. God has indeed "provide[d] for those who grieve in Zion--to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair" (Isaiah 61:3).

a picture is worth a thousand words (more words to come later...)

Soon I'll be on my way to the hospital....

...lots of pictures to come soon! (Yes, yes, he does appear to be coming quite early!)