Halley cried, screamed, cried, screamed, cat napped for a couple of minutes and then repeated. Every day for 3 months.
Guinness record breaking sort of colic.

Lucy cried, puked, screamed, puked, screamed, puked, cat napped for one minute and then repeated. Every day for 6 months.

But if I wanted to be silly and extravagant I might splurge for these absolutely unecessary, yet adorable baby goodies.  Why shouldn't she have a great pair of shoes, even if she can't walk?  Then nobody will look at my flip flops and spit up stained shirt.

I asked (forced) her to send me a copy of what she shared.  Whether you have experienced pregnancy loss, or simply trials in your life I can assure you that you will be blessed beyond measure by the sentiments that poured from Alicia's heart.

At the time I wrote this letter I had just passed the due date of my second pregnancy.  It was a very dark time for me and I was really struggling with how God fits into our losses.  A good friend invited me on a trip to Washington D.C.  and I agreed to go thinking it could possibly provide an escape from my depression.  At that point, I was almost certain that I would never fully smile again.  I took a book called Traveling Light that addresses the burden of grief.  I so wanted to escape from the pain, but somehow also wanted to hold it close.  It seemed the closest thing that I may ever get to having a baby.  During that time I read an excerpt from a different book written by a woman who had also suffered through many miscarriages that really caught my attention.  She spoke of a pottery class that she had taken in efforts to distract herself and how at one point she recognized that the constant drip of water that hits the clay is what makes it moldable.  She explained that if we pray for Christ to shape us to be more like Him, then we can't put conditions on how He drips into our lives.  This was the first time that I accepted that although I will never understand why I had to lose the babies, that God was still dripping into my life... molding me somehow.  During that trip we went on a walk through a museum garden and I was taken with this bush.  It was remarkably weedy, but had these beautiful light blue flowers in the middle of the stalks.  For some reason it painted a picture for me that I held on to for the next two years... that something beautiful can come out of something ugly.  Over time I came to a new satisfaction in Christ... and now we have our little girls, a daily reminder of that promise and how God is working in the ugly storms of life.

Lulu did a little fit modeling for me (which may or may not have involved bribes for candy).   This little dress is a variation of the first dress I ever made using this easy pattern.
The new mama's favorite holiday is fall, so I had to make her little pumpkin this festive onesie thanks to Lassie Girl's scraps.  How much do you love this adorable bow headband?  Head on over to Pixie Dust and Paper Fun to get one of your own.
My kids were major pukers (well, one still is, but that is a whole different post) and there is nothing that makes projectile vomit more bearable than cute burp cloths.  It is one of my favorite baby items to sew and they are crazy easy to make.  Check out this simple tutorial so you can whip up a few of your own.
What little one doesn't need a funky initial onesie?  Amy Butler, you get me every time.  Off to wrap this pinky goodness.  I will share some pics from the shower tomorrow with all of us decked out in our Aqua Aprons.