Four Months and Many Firsts

Only days after he turned 4 months old Sebastian started doing lots of new tricks….and we are eating it up!

He found his toes!

He found his fingers and starting sucking them.  (Yay for self-soothing!)

Of course if you know Dayla you will notice that he is indeed sucking the same two fingers that she sucks, just on the opposite hand.  In light of this Dayla is convinced that Sebastian loves to copy every thing she does and she goes back and forth between being delighted by it and annoyed by it.

(Here is Dayla:)


And saving the best for last….Although he laughed for the first time back in January, Sebastian had his first full-belly laugh.  And it was his sister who got him to do it:

Today I Pray. Today I Hope. Today I Trust.

Just when my head would hit the pillow, a sigh of relief escaping my lips, I would hear another cry. Sometimes as short as 30 minutes of sleep. For weeks now my sleep has been so terrible that there are days I can barely function. It will pass I know, but I am desperate to feel rested, so every night I pray. I have begged for prayer from others. I have cried in the middle of the night, sobbing out to God and pleading for just 3 or 4 hours of sleep in a row, but instead I got 3 or 4 hours total the whole night.

Last night the baby slept 6 hours before crying….SIX HOURS. Prayers answered.

I don’t know why sometimes God answers prayer and sometimes He doesn’t. What is the trick behind getting a prayer answered? I don’t think there is any “trick” to be honest. I think He just knows which ones need to be answered and which don’t, and we just have to sit back and trust Him. (Yes, easier said than done)

I can’t help but contemplate this because we are going in this Thursday for another test. Another test and I am begging for prayer again for the COMPLETE HEALING of my little Sebastian. The truth is I don’t know if God will answer this prayer, this longing, this desperation of a mother’s heart. I so badly want Sebastian to be healed. I pray for a miracle. I KNOW God can do it. I BELIEVE in a BIG GOD; this is nothing to Him. Nothing. Easy. Peanuts. But will He hear the cry of a desperate, longing, hopeful mother’s heart? The mother’s heart that doesn’t want to see her baby go into surgery? Yes, He will hear it. But will He answer it? Is this God’s will?

I don’t know if God will answer this prayer and I have been tortured by wondering for weeks. But at the end of the day there is one thing I know: I BELIEVE in a God who CAN and I HOPE in a God who would.

I can’t stop praying, hoping, begging, that He will have mercy on my little guy. That God will preform a miracle and have Sebastian’s tests come back completely clear. That there will be a healthy, normal sized kidney and a healthy, normal size ureter and urethra.

I get down on my knees and ask God for a miracle. I BELIEVE. With every bone in my body, every piece of my soul I believe in a God who heals; the great healer. I HOPE. The bible tells us to hope in Him, so I do with every part of my body and soul. I hope that His will for Sebastian is healing instead of surgery. I PRAY. The bible tells us to come before Him and ask…that we can’t expect to have if we do not come before Him and ask for(James 4:2) So I pray. And I pray again. AND NOW I ASK YOU TO PRAY TOO.

This Thursday, March 29th we will have another ultrasound. The hope and prayer is that the technician will see a normal sized kidney and a normal sized urethra and ureter.

Thank you in advance for every prayer you have prayed and every prayer you will pray today for my little guy. He sends you his biggest smile and I send you my biggest thanks.


“Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer.” Romans 12:12
“Find rest, O my soul, in God alone; my hope comes from him.” Psa 62:5
“May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.” Romans 15:13
“And our hope for you is firm, because we know that just as you share in our sufferings, so also you share in our comfort” 2 cor 1:7
“But I am like an olive tree flourishing in the house of God; I trust in God’s unfailing love for ever and ever.” Psa 52:8

First Haircut

She has gone with Daddy to the barber at least 20 times to see how it works.  She agreed that when she turned 4 she would try getting a haircut herself.  We talked and talked and I was certain it would be a fun adventure for all right after she turned 4. Then, just a wee bit before her 4th birthday she saw the movie Tangled (Rapunzel) and, much to our dismay, she decided that cutting her hair was not in the near future.

Then one night, while she was playing a game on the computer and I was brushing her hair after bath, I happened to mention that I could give her a haircut right there, “if you want”.  “Okay” she said.  With every ounce of restraint I have, I managed not to scream with delight and make a big deal about it….I just calmly grabbed scissors and started cutting.  Then, as calmly as I could, in my “it’s no big deal” tone, I asked Daddy to grab the camera.


February 1st, 2012

4 years old. Dayla’s first haircut, my first time cutting hair. We were both excited about it and happy with the result, so I would say it was a huge success.

Our Little Ballerina

She loves to dance.  Graceful, poised, and with a bit of flare.  I thought certainly she would love to take a ballet class with the amount of ballet that gets danced around our home.  And she actually DOES WANT to take a ballet class, that was until she heard you have to wear your hair up.  But like any other mother, I just figured that the desire for the class would eventually outweigh the desire for the hair to be down. I was wrong.  Our girl knows what she likes and sticks by it.  So the dreams of having a little ballerina daughter had drifted away to almost a distant memory.
Fast forward to the beginning of this week.  Dayla’s friend from school Katelynn mentioned that she was going to take a ballet class at our local Poway library.  “WHAT?!  This is NEW?”  Yes, it was new. And the best part, no rules.  Or as Dayla said, “Mom, I have to listen to the teacher’s rules of course…but no rules about HAIR.”






So we went.  Tutu, leotard, flip flops, and hair down.   Katelynn (who is the perfect balance to Dayla) encouraged her the whole time (to not be shy) and Dayla encouraged her back (to listen to the teacher).  The absolute perfect scenario.  It was the best.  She loved it and I was in mama heaven for those 45 min.  I am so proud of my little ballerina…who of course (according to this proud mama) was the best in the class.

We will plan on going back again next month for sure!

Meeting Magnolia June


Magnolia June Caver

Born January 21,2012

5 pounds, 5 ounces

Just a wee thing compared to her brother and sister who both weighed in at 10 pounds 2 ounces at birth…and compared to her cousin Sebastian who weighed in at 10 pounds 11ounces, I thought it would be fun to put her daddy’s watch on her to show her tiny size.  She is a  happy and healthy girl, and not short on the sweetness….

Although we got the chance to meet Magnolia aka “Maggie” the day after she was born, Dayla and Sebastian finally got their introduction to their sweet new cousin this last weekend.  Sebastian and Maggie just happened to be wearing the same onesie when they met, not at all planned!  So of course we had to snap some pictures:

I love the shot on the right where it looks like Sebastian shocked at his GIANT size in compared to his tiny cousin. Then of course Dayla wanted to jump in. Loving her new babies that girl is.

I think it is fair to say that everyone was smitten with each other.