Look it up... that's what it means.

Piper Rose,

If I were like women of the Bible, I would have waited and given you a name with meaning. I would have given birth to you, held you and talked to you. I would have counted and recounted your toes, felt of your perfectly round ears and kissed the insane softness of the fluffy part of your head until it was almost bald. I would have smelled your hair and watched you sleep and gotten to know every one of your cries... And THEN, after having time to know you and to pray about it, I would have named you something that describes who you are; who God ordained you to be before I even knew you.  I'll tell you now, in case your wondering, it would have been a name meaning happy one, or happiness, or one who is glad, who is content, who is a little ray of sunshine.   

You'll hear lots of mama's call their babies their little sunshines and I know now why they do.  Our babies are our sunshines.  Everything can be wrong but when we look at you it all suddenly seems ok.   But when I say I'd give you a name meaning happy one, I don't just mean you're occasionally or even mostly in a happy mood.   I think your joy is one of your gifts.  Maybe it's just because I'm your mama and I'm blinded by my love but I decided the other night that I believe God gave you the gift of joy. And Pipes, unfortunately you'll soon find that the world needs joy.  A lot of it.

So Piper Rose, "don't hide it under a bushel, NO! .. Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine" and know that if I were like the wise women of the Bible you're name could have been Harshit.

You're welcome.

5 easy and painless ways to lose 5 pounds in a day..

1. Eat a suspicious salad at Cheddar's.

2. Get food poisoning

3. Puke your guts up for 5 hours.

4. Dry heave for the next 4 hours.

5. Have no desire to look at food for the next 12 hours.



Did I say easy? I meant phyisically exhausting.

Did I say painless? I meant painless if you're comparing it to giving birth without pain med's.

Not that I'd know anything about that...

Cause you know... c-section and all.

It's just how we roll..

I'd like to share a song with you. It was created for Piper's entertainment by Aunt Ducky, Me, and Carey.


Here it goes.

Oh and it's to the tune of Barbara Ann by the Beach Boys.


Here it goes..



Piper Rose.. Don't pick your nose..

Piper Rose

You got me wipin' and blowin', wipin' and a sneezin', Piper Rose

Pi, Pi, Pi, Piper's nose.



The end.



P.S. Aunt Ducky is Lindsay. FYI.

Yeah... we're conservatives.

We were reading The Three Little Pigs to Piper at bedtime tonight. It was fun. We sang the parts that each little pig says because we have a Disney album with that song on it.

When it was finished Carey closed the book and said, "And the moral of the story, Piper, is... be lazy. For every 2 lazy people, there's always one hard worker who'll save you when things go horribly wrong."


...Well... I thought it was funny.

Sometimes it does hurt to ask

"Does that come in blue?" --- Doesn't hurt



"When's the baby due?" --- Hurts


Not that this has happened to me... I'm just sayin, is all.

I've discovered instagram.

Today's been a good day.  Several things have happened to make it so..

-I happened to decide to take video when I went in to pick Piper up from her nap. She had been happily laying there talking to herself and I wanted to get it on video... Instead I got video of her waving hey to me. It was a true christmas miracle. She's been "waving" the last few days, but we weren't sure if she knew what she was doing. This morning it was very obviously on purpose.  And I got it on video.   Score one for, Bevin.

-While we were riding to get lunch I said "Piper, can you say hey?" and she started waving again.

I nearly wrecked.

She has since learned that not only is waving hello great fun, but it also gets people to stop and say hello.

This part does not thrill me.

I'm really not as anti-social as I make myself seem on here.  It's just hard to get stuff done when every few minutes someone new wants to come talk for 10 minutes.  

...Also most people are close talkers and have horrible breath...

-While at target returning a shirt I got in an arguement with a lady. It doesn't matter whether I was right or not. ..simply that I, a timid Drinkwater, actually stood up for myself and won.

I was right by the way and the other lady made a complete butt of herself in front of several others who knew I was right.

I love being right.

-Finally I made a new friend today. Everyone, meet Joj.

I have nothing to say anymore.

So when I was in high school I took an art class as my elective. I did it because the alternative was band or gym. I don't do physical activities and, at the time, band seemed like a certain death.   So art it was.

The nice teacher was very supportive of my abilities. I think she thought I had a gift. Anytime we'd finish a project she'd display them on the walls for a few weeks. Mine always ended up in the back...kinda hidden. 

Cause she didn't want mine to show everybody else's up. I just know that's what it was.

One time, a kid in elementary saw my "painting" and they asked if another kid in their class had done it.

He was in like the third grade.

Side note - my iPad autocorrects misspelled words and sometimes I don't catch it. It just made my misspelled third into turd. If you ever see something like that, that's what happened.
.....For I would never use such language.

So anyway, tonight when we decorated sugar cookies, I drew on all my previous art class experiences to bring you the following masterpiece.




..Nailed it.