Tuesday, December 26, 2006

Christmas Eve

WARNING: Contents of this post contain baby poo! I think it only fitting that this post follow one entitled "Peace."
So, Christmas Eve came on a Sunday this year, and we began our family's day (because we have a family now) by going to church. I dressed Eason in this beautiful, white church outfit, complete with a stitched cross on the collar and precious little booties. We were actually pulling up to church with time to spare. No, really, we were going to be on time, & with a kid no less. As Warren is pulling over to park we hear gurgling from the back seat. I turn and view Eason in the baby mirror as his entire stomach contents spew forth from his little mouth. I never cease to be amazed at how much can come out of such a little thing! Not only was his pretty outfit soaked through, but the car seat & the car seat base (as we later discovered) were drenched. So much for being on time. So we jump out and wanting-to-be-prepared Sara whisks him out of that outfit into a cute, although more casual, Christmas outfit that I had brought along for just such an event. We change him and head towards the church. Eason, however, is not a fan of having his clothes changed and was letting us know it. Thankfully, his Lainie was there with her faux-nursing hold that quited him right down and put him to sleep for the entire service.
After church, we all walked to High Cotton for brunch. It was going smoothly, until I realized that I had forgotten to pack a bottle and he would be waking soon with an empty stomach. Now, Eason may look like his Daddy, but he got his Momma's (Baker) temper. When he is hungry, you have about T-minus 2 seconds to fix it before he turns himself as red as a lobster and screams until he stops breathing. Yes, it is a lovely display. So, Warren ran back to Mom's for an emergency bottle & good thing, because not 5 minutes after Warren left, our precious little screamer woke up. I carried him out of our dining room into the bar area, where a trio was playing some lovely music that distracted him quite well. The only problem was that the keyborad player, a very talented woman, became rather emotional after watching how much Eason enjoyed the music. She was able to finish the song, but then had to take a break to compose herself, and blow her nose. While she was gone the sax player actually asked us not to bring him over there again.
After brunch, Warren, Eason, & I headed out to Town Center to get a few final gifts for Christmas. No problem. In and out, we thought. Since Eason had a full belly and should be napping soon, I decided to use our baby bjorn (you know the backpack looking things that you wear in front of you, with the baby's arms & legs dangling down), rather than the stroller. And, since we didn't have the stroller & wouldn't be gone long, we left the diaper bag in the car. Oh, this parenting thing is definitely a learning curve.
We stroll first through several stores for fun, including looking at the baby clothes at Old Navy. Then...we go to Barnes & Noble. We split up to accomplish our shopping faster. Warren proceeded to the music section at the back & I went to the children's books to find gifts for the two older neices. As I walk over, I hear & feel a rumble from Eason's lower end, but dismiss it since we will be getting out soon. I flag an employee to help me find the Newberry award books, & as she is helping me a follow-up rumble comes. This time a little bigger and a little stinkier. She & I both ignore the obvious faux-pas and continue with the task at hand, until...I hear, "splat, splat!" I look down, & to my horror, there is bright, yellow poo dripping down my brand new skirt, on my boot and ON THE FLOOR!!!
"Oh my Goodness," I exclaimed, as I took the nice, church burp cloth that I had with me and grabbed his foot, bending his leg at the knee to prevent any additional leakage. I apologized profusely as the lady took some paper towels and wiped off my boot. Then I ran for the door as I called Warren on the cell.

Warren: Hello
Sara: Meet me at the front of the store, NOW!
Warren: Why, what's wrong?
Sara: Eason just pooped, all over me, & all over the store. Meet me at the front, RUN!

As I approach the front doors, Warren meets me. I turn toward him to give him the full view of my state and he stares back in horror at the sight of the bright mustard yellow poo on my skirt. We high tail it back to the car, half in shock, half in hysterics laughing at what had just occurred. I run for the car to change the poor child, while Warren runs to Old Navy to buy a new outfit since we are now out of them. When he returns, I've cleaned up Eason and myself, but the outfit is too small. Praise God, Eason is finally growing. So, Warren runs back to exchange it for the next size up. He went to the same cashier as before and she remarked, "they sure do grow fast, don't they?" As he is doing this, Eason spits up on me, in my hair and on my new sweater. See, after having a baby, my body does not fit into my old clothes. So, my precious husband bought me a new outfit to wear for Christmas, and now this new outfit was quite christened in mommy-wear.
So, we get cleaned up & dressed and return to B&N to finish shopping. Before we left, I treated myself to a pumpkin spice latte. "Ummmm...Yummy!"
Back to the car, only 2 more stops to make. We swing by Earthfare & Warren runs in. Eason had fallen asleep in his stroller/carseat, but it was time to eat again, and while Warren was in the store Eason let me know he was hungry. I got him out of the car to walk around as he announced to the world his hunger. A little girl and her mom were getting in their car that was parked next to us & the expression on her face was one of great concern. I calmly reassured her that Eason was ok, & that he was just hungry.
Last stop, we pull up to Wal-Mart, & park in the fire lane. Warren just needed to run in for some i-Tunes gift cards, & I got in the back to nurse Eason. I cracked the window since it was so unseasonably hot & asked Warren to lock us in. While Warren was gone, I decided to open the door to let a little air in, but when I unlocked the door it set the alarm off. Since this car is new to us, I wasn't sure what to do. I jumped over the seat to try and hit the buttons from the driver's controls in hopes that that would cancel the alarm. To no avail, I slumped back into the back seat in utter defeat. But as I slumped, I knocked over my latte, spilling it not only all over the floor of the car, but also all over the pretty, little, white outfit from church, now a white and khaki outfit. About that time, Warren came out of the store & heard the alarm. Bless his heart, he came running to my rescue, quieting the screaming car. It was a day for the record books.
Suffice it to say, we got home, cleaned up our clothes, wrapped our presents, and enjoyed a wonderful Christmas Eve dinner and gifts with Mom, Mark, Steph, Sara Susanne, Liz, Jason, & Libby.
And, even after days like this one, I would not trade being a mommy for anything, even for sleep. (and for those of you who know me, that it saying a lot!) God is so good!

Sunday, December 10, 2006


There is a commercial airing during this Christmas season that is precious. I think it is for Pampers, but cannot remember. I wonder if advertisers believe they get their job done when people remember the gist of the commercial but not the product. Anyway, it simply shows various babies sleeping so peacefully as a carol, (I think it is "Silent Night") plays in the background. Then the commercial ends with a picture of the Earth from space & the words "Peace on Earth." Below are some pictures they could have used.

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Dr. Bonnett

Eason is so blessed to have a wonderful and godly pediatrician! Dr. Luke Bonnett operates Chapin Pediatrics and is the BEST! Any friends in Cola, esp Irmo, needing a doctor for your children will do well to visit Luke. His wife Betsy, grew up in the same church and youth group as Warren and we all go to church together! She is an amazing encourager to me and they have 3 of the cutest boys. Thanks Luke & Betsy for all that you do and all of your prayers!

Home from the Hospital

Eason has been given so many precious outfits. Dad and Elaine gave him one with fish on it that he wore home from the hospital. Warren says I can dress him in these "Charleston" outfits only for the first year then Warren gets to choose his wardrobe.

Check out those cheeks!

Monday, November 6, 2006

Lizards and pelts

Ok, so the next few posts I have planned will not be in chronological order but that's all I can do these days. Also, please forgive any typos as I often type one-handed while Eason dines.

So, this past Friday I am nestled on our couch nursing Eason. Meanwhile, Murray (our Boykin spaniel) is incessently barking at the plantation shutters behind us in the dining room area. See, our cat, Aslan, is in the habit of bringing lizards into the house. Typically, the poor beasts are still alive when he brings them inside as a gift to us. This results in Murray barking at them and us trying to catch them to set them free. However, this was a particularly crafty lizard, who had found sanctuary behind the china cabinet everytime we attempted to catch him. Thus, Murray simply stood and barked in his general direction.
So, Eason's nursing, Murray's barking & Aslan enters through the cat/dog door with something in his mouth. As he walks past the couch I recognize that he is carrying the remains of a squirrel, the tail, pelt & some bones to be exact. I scream at the cat to drop it, which he does and then proceeds to look at me with this shocked expression, as if to say, "Do you not appreciate my gift to you?" All the yelling peaks Murray's curiosity enough to draw him away from the lizard. So, now I am threatening both animals with certain spankings if they get near that pile of squirrel, but I can't really do anything, because Eason is still nursing. Then, the doorbell rings (I am not making this up). It was the UPS man with a package he wouldn't just leave. So, here I am topless, animals going beserk and I have to interrupt my child from his meal, which did not make him happy. I throw on a shirt and answer the door to a way-to-cheerful UPS man, who continues to smile as I look at him and wonder if he can come remove the carnage from my house. But before I can speak, he gives me a "have a nice day" & flees back to his brown truck. I close the door, throw on plastic gloves, grab a dustpan & plastic bag, and remove the remains. Then I sprayed the floor with clorox, which my cat proceeded to lick and then roll in. Murray rreturned to barking at the lizard & after washing my gloves and hands thoroughly I returned Eason to his meal. Ah, a day in the life, "Calgon take me away!"

Friday, November 3, 2006


On October 8, 2006, at 11:17 AM the Lord delivered Eason Edward Bazemore into this world! Welcome Eason, we are so glad you are finally here! Eason weighed 7 pounds 4 ounces and was 21.5 inches long, with a full head of dark hair to boot!

Proud Papa!

Tired and swollen Momma.

Perfect Baby!

Several of our friends have blogs and we have been blessed to enjoy them. With life getting so busy as we all play adults and now many of us parents, it is often difficult to keep up with each other, but their blogs have allowed me insight into friends' daily "highs and lows" as well as a way to watch their children grow. We hope that our boig will also provide a window into our lives to our loved ones near and far. We love you all and covet your prayers as we begin this rollercoaster ride of parenthood.