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Showing posts with label bebeh. Show all posts

Sunday Sweetness 

Sunday, April 10, 2011 - Posted by Amanda Bast
Let's just take some time to delight in the beauty of my new camera and the sweetness of my little models.

My two week old nephew in all his sweet newborn glory


Big sister Bean, my brown-eyed beauty


Goodness gracious, I love these children.

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You Fine You Fine 

Monday, March 28, 2011 - Posted by Amanda Bast


Everyone needs a Jessica.

You need someone who is completely delighted to be in the same room as you. You need someone who says "WOW" when they see you and tell you they like your fingers. And your toes. You need someone who likes your toes. You need someone who looks at you and says, "he good, he good." You need someone who cringes when they hear you cry. You need someone who says "you ok, you ok" as many times as you need to hear it. You need someone to get in your face and say, "you fine, you fine" over and over again. You need a Jessica. Everyone needs a Jessica.

I have Jessicas in my life. I have a Jessica who says "WOW!" when he sees me. I have a Jessica who likes my fingers. Another Jessica thinks my toes are pretty great. I have several Jessicas who affirm my "good"ness. I have Jessicas who cringe when I cry. I have Jessicas who will sit with me and tell me I'm ok over and over. I have Jessicas who are relentless in their efforts to assure me I am fine.

And do you know what? I AM good. I AM ok. I AM fine. And I am ridiculously thankful for all of my Jessicas.

Be someone's Jessica. Tell them they're good. Tell them they're ok. Tell them they're fine. It's really quite simple. If you don't have a Jessica in your life, this next part is for you:

You good.
You good.
You ok.
You ok.
You fine.
You fine.

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Bebeh 

Monday, December 20, 2010 - Posted by Amanda Bast
On Thursday I spent the whole day running errands with my mother. After I narrowly escaped being married off to a radio DJ from Owen Sound, lugged chicken and vegetables and talked with Mennonites with unibrows in the market, we ended up at the grocery store. Somewhere between a sweet chat with a senior and me bothering my mother to buy candy, Christmas became real. More so than ever before.

I received a text from my dear friend Annie, announcing the birth of her baby, Sylvan William. Her husband Luke then texted a picture of their sweet little boy (well, 8lbs 11oz...not that little!). Then bam.

The reality of Christmas came bowling down the cleaning product aisle and hit me like a ton of bricks.

At first my brain and heart were so overwhelmed, my thought process went something like this: Mary...pregnant...baby...Jesus...Christmas...Jesus...baby....Saviour. Excuse me, WHAT? Then my head was flooded with questions.

How long was Mary in labour for? Did her water break on the donkey? Did the donkey get wet? How close together were her contractions? Was she squeezing Joseph's hand the whole time? Was he woozy just thinking about it? Or did he handle that birth like a champ? Was Jesus breech? What would happen if babies were breech back then? Did he come out with a cone head? Or was he like my brother, with veins sticking out of his head thus making it look square? Did Joseph catch Jesus, or did he kind of just plop out onto some straw and cloth? What did they use to get all the goo off of Jesus? Did Mary cry? Did Joseph cry?  Did Jesus scream bloody murder when he came out? How did they cut the cord? Did he feed properly right away? Did he have messed up sleep patterns? When he was hungry did he cry? Did he ever cry? Or was he just a quiet perfect little baby with perfect sleep patterns? How old was he when he started to crawl? What about walk? What was his first word? Did he ever say no? Did he go through the terrible twos? Did he cry when he fell down? Did he know he was going to save the world? Isn't there a cheesy song about this?

These questions and more keep running through my brain. I think it has esploded (yes Lucy, esploded) several times over. I want to know the answers to these questions and it sometimes drives me batty that I won't figure it all out. At the same time I know that I'm not supposed to figure it all out (right away, at least). The beauty of Jesus and what he has done for us is that we won't ever truly "get" it. There is always something to be learned and big things to realize. And for that, I am very excited.

Merry Christmas!

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