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Update

I have a new post that should be ready tomorrow. I did not want anyone to take the delay in posting to mean that there is a serious problem with Eden.

In fact, she is slowly gaining weight and her last round of blood work looked better. She’s nursing pretty constantly which is — quite literally — sucking the life out of me. I am eating bland complex carbs and drinking tons of mother’s milk tea.

More tomorrow.

A little game

Who’s who?

A.

B.

Locks of Love

This week, I donated to Locks of Love the hair I grew during Eden’s pregnancy. Locks of Love is a charitable organization that takes donations of human hair and makes them into wigs for children who have lost their hair through sickness and cannot afford a quality wig.

I called our local salon and told them I wanted to do a Locks of Love donation, we set up a time and I came in.

They gathered my hair into two neat ponytails, measuring 10 inches, each.

And then they cut them.

It was a sentimental moment — that hair grew as Eden grew. It was with us in those months of sickness and struggle to keep the pregnancy healthy, and I like thinking that it will bless some other little girl in her own struggle.

The salon gave me a lovely shampoo, and even a mini-facial and hand-massage, followed by a great haircut. The salon donates their services, so I got it all for free. It was extremely luxurious. I felt very pampered and praised, and after it was all over, they gave me my hair in a little baggie, and I zipped over to the post office, where I mailed them to the Locks of Love headquarters in Florida.

I’ve always been curious as to what happens from that point on, so I’ve contacted Locks of Love and asked them to be on the lookout for my ponytail. I want to know what happens when the pony tail arrives, how it is received and sorted and made into its final product, and how the kids receive it from there. I’m hoping they’ll send pictures for me to post here.

And here’s me with the new haircut. Eden’s wearing the daisy chain crown Mare and Ren made for her.

Sisters

Schmoopy

Edeny

She has arrived!!!

As of 9AM there is a new addition to the family! Eden is born!

I spoke with Liz on the phone (I called Cute Husband to see what was up… And my INSANE sister anwsers the phone, chipper as could be, 3 hours after surgery).  Everybody is happy and healthy.

Nick

Pop quiz, hot shot

Guess what happened at our house today?

Update

Karin. Heeeeeey KAAAAARIN!!

All you have to do is come back. That’s all. Just leave Connecticut and come home and I will make this for you whenever you want.

(Yes, CBS, that is Irish butter. Kerrygold. YUM.)

Here’s the recipe, adapted from Elise.com’s Soda Bread recipe:

4 1/2 cups flour
3 Tbsp sugar in the raw
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon baking soda
8 Tbsp butter
1 cup raisins
1 egg, beaten
1 cup buttermilk

1. Mix dry ingredients.

2. Cut butter into dry ingredients. I just use my fingers and work it in until it’s pretty well blended. Add raisins.

3. Add buttermilk and egg. Mix with your hands until it comes together into a smooth dough. Pat into a circle. Bake on a parchment-covered sheet at 425 for 45 minutes until golden.

The Story of Nie Goes on

You may remember that a few months ago I posted the Story of a Girl Named Nie.

She is Stephanie Nielson, a young mother of four who was blogging from Mesa, Arizona.  On August 16, 2008 she was involved in a fatal small plane crash.  The pilot instructor was killed, Stephanie’s husband suffered burns over 30% of his body, and she had burns over 80% of hers.  She was in a coma for three months, transferred home to Utah, where she lived three months in the burn unit before being transferred to a new house near her family.  Her sisters Courtney (“CJane“) and Lucy raised her children while Stephanie struggled to survive.

After six months, Stephanie and her children are finally reunited in a new house in Utah and Stephanie has started blogging again

Her days — which used to be filled with home-cooking, pillow-forts in the living room, and award-winning deocrating projects – are now filled with the pain and effort of learning to walk again, frequent surgeries, the determined fight to regain use of her hands.

Her stories are beautiful in their ache and hopefulness.