MoseleyWorld

Not a whole lot of time here for pithy commentary, but thought I would share some photographs taken in the first 48 hours of Samantha’s life.

drip drip drip

don’t worry, it’s a tiny needle

Healthy Baby Girl

Just Hatched

Little Feet

Carey with 10 minute old Samantha

The next day - first visitors

Yaya Moseley

Gran Moseley

Proud Dad

Samantha gave Saxon a present, to which Saxon commented, “Baby Sister is so nice!”

Saxon hanging out in the hospital bed, prior to discovering all the fun buttons (i.e. Call Nurse) to push.

carey’s “celebration dinner” - not your typical hospital food. I had steak & lobster instead of chicken.

Earlier this week, Saxon celebrated her second birthday, on the day after her Mom and little sister Samantha came home from the hospital. With all the excitement about little sister, I wanted to make sure Saxon’s birthday wasn’t completely lost in the shuffle.

We did our best to explain what a birthday is, but Saxon could care less about the technicals. If birthday means donuts, cool presents, streamers in your doorway that say “Happy Birthday” and a trip to the aquarium, then it is all good.

my sister meredith was the second person to call to sing “Happy Birthday” to Saxon.  During the song, Saxon turned to me and said, “everybody is singing today!”

saxon playing with her new cookware set (which goes great with her little play kitchen). she takes cooking very seriously, especially kitchen safety. when i reached for the tiny cooking pot, saxon stopped me saying, “don’t touch it dad. it’s very hot.” only after retrieving a dad-sized oven mitt from the kitchen could I pick it up. safety first.

While Carey and Samantha were resting, Saxon and I took our first trip to the Dallas World Aquarium. Saxon particularly enjoyed the penguins, sharks and baby crocs (”al-gators”). The two-toed sloth, sleeping in his little hammock, was undisturbed at Saxon’s loud exclamation of, “Hey you! Wake up for Saxon!”

saxon’s new little penguin.

Both mom and our little 8/8/08 baby Samantha are doing well. They both came home from the hospital on Sunday afternoon. Lots of sleeping and eating. In between, Samantha is not shy about letting us know when she needs something, typically by letting out a loud bird-like squawk. Yesterday afternoon, we took a few newborn portraits . Here are a couple.

although she’s just 5 days old here, I think Samantha looks a lot like Saxon

At 8:29 pm, on the eighth day of the eighth month of the eighth year of the millennium (yep, that’s 8/8/08), Samantha Ann Moseley was born. Beautiful Samantha is eight pounds, seven ounces and twenty inches long.

We thank the Lord for bringing a healthy little girl into our family.

taking a nap. still not even 24 hours old. More photographs coming soon.

I stumbled upon a fun website, 20×200, whose motto is Great Art $20. Really.  20×200 offers a couple of new pieces of art each week. One photograph. One work on paper. The smallest size is reprinted in the largest batch (200) and sold for $20. 20×200 also offers two larger sizes for “bolder collectors.” 
 
Last week, I purchased this portrait of a Meadow Lark by Laura Levine. I paid my $20 and got a very nice print. One tip: they sell quickly, so get ‘em while they’re hot. 

In just a few short days, the life of Moseley Girl 2.0 will begin and I have begun to reflect, maybe an attempt to prepare myself to fully absorb and appreciate the whole miraculous process of a baby arriving in this world.

As I was searching my “contacts” in MS Outlook, I noticed I had quite a few people with whom contacting would be impossible. Impossible without a Ouija Board.

My dear, sweet grandmother, Mam’maw, and her husband, Bob.
Carey’s father, whom both of us wish could have lived long enough to have known our children.
My uncle Haywood, from whom I learned the fine art of napping while watching golf on television.
My friend, Terri, who died at 40 leaving behind two darling young daughters.
A fraternity brother who committed suicide last month.

These are just a few of the dead people that still live in my database. Truth be told, I didn’t discover these today, I come across them from time to time. Sometimes seeing their names makes me smile, other times sad. Although I cannot phone, email or write them, I keep them around. Maybe in today’s fast-paced, high-tech world, I subconsciously worry that my memories of them will be erased the moment I hit the DEL key. Maybe I think it is a disrespectful act, an anti-tribute. Who knows. They’re still there.

Do you delete dead people when they die?