Bazemores at the Beach

As most of you know, Warren began working for my dad, running his Sunbelt office in Myrtle Beach last year. And by God's amazing, miraculous provision DHEC has agreed to let me keep my attorney position and workout of the Myrtle Beach regional office. (I must write a post on the evolution of this miracle at another time.) Anyway, we have this perfect house in Columbia, approximately 5 blocks from Warren's parents, that we have only been in for about a year and a half. And, not really wanting to do the 2 mortgage thing, we are trying to sell this house before we move to the beach. What that means is that Warren has been commuting back and forth to Myrtle each week. It's kinda like he's back on the road with the band again. God has been so faithful and blessed us in so many ways during this time. He is gracious to grant us the stregth needed for the circumstances in life. Family and friends have been so supportive and wonderful! Let me just say thank you, and we ask your continued prayers for the swift sale of our Columbia home so we can be together every night.


Anyway, there is a phtography company in Columbia, Kiskstand Studios. About a year ago, they came to our house and did a shoot for us with Eason and Murray. It was AWESOME!!! The guys have small children and are used to the craziness. They come to you, so kids can be comfortable in their normal environment, and basically you just play and have a good time while they capture some amazing shots. Kickstand has a blog were they show some of the photos from each of their sessions. Here is the link to our first session with them, http://ksblog.squarespace.com/blog/2008/3/22/the-bazemores.html.


I made a comment, then that I would love to do a session at the beach someday. The guys said they'd travel. A few weeks ago, Lucas (owner/gifted photographer) let us know he would be at Litchfield with his family and would be happy to do a shoot for us with the kids on the beach. How perfect! While Warren and I will both be working in Myrtle, we hope to live south of the craziness in the Pawley's/Litchfield/Murrell's area. It was a crazy weekend, packed with way too much fun and adventure (yet another blog post), but the photos are awesome. We haven't even had a chance to see the entire shoot, but the snipets on the blog are GREAT! Check 'em out at, Http://ksblog.squarespace.com/blog/2009/5/28/bazemores-at-the-beach.html.


If you want some photos done, I cannot recommend Kickstand enough! Give em a call and let em know who sent ya. Enjoy the pics!

Evie - 2 Months Old

Evie is 2 months old, I cannot believe it! And Sunday night she slept through the night. I fed her at 11pm and she did not stir until 6:20 this morning. Praise the Lord! The truth is, she has been a good little sleeper from the start. She usually only wakes once a night to eat and this was actually the third or fourth night she has slept through, though not consecutively. I remember with Eason, hitting the once-a-night-waking was a major milestone. I remember thinking, ok we can make it through this.

Thank you Lord for such a good sleeping baby!

At two months, Evie is cooing and grinning up a storm. She especially loves making eyes at her daddy and her big brother. And Eason is quite enamored with her as well. For the most part he either is very compassionate towards her (gently placing her pacie in her mouth when she is crying) or simply ignores her altogether (just marches along in his own world).

Evie has started smacking on her fist some.  One day Eason heard it and asked what that noise was.  I told him Evie was sucking on her fist.  A little later, she lost her fist and seemed to get fussy.  So, Eason gently placed his fist in her mouth for her to suck on.  It was very thoughtful.

Her two month checkup is Friday and I cannot wait to discover her stats (weight, length, etc), although I could wait on the shots part. No fun.

She slept through the night again Monday night, Praise the Lord!

Monday, never boring

As I was getting my things ready to go this morning, Evie was sleeping so soundly in her car seat

and Eason was walking around drinking his milk. I loaded up my arms with by briefcase, my breastpump, my jacket, etc and took a step out to the garage when Eason announced, "I'm going to wake her up." "No, you are not," I said. "Yes, I am," came his reply, and then he stuck his face in her car seat close to hers and yelled, "HOOOOOONNNKK!"

Well, Evie woke up terrified and screaming as Eason giggled. This was the harshest he has been to his baby sister, but I do not think he realized really what he had done. I dropped all of my things and walked back to him. (a rather weak spanking ensued) But I explained that a harder spanking would come if he did that again. I told him that he had scared her, and that as her big brother his job was to protect her, not scare her. He finally began to realize that he had made her cry and so... then... he began to cry. Ah, life with two. :)

Eason told her he was sorry and I tried to get him to kiss her forehead, but he only weepily replied, "no, I don't want to." Instead, he followed my instruction to gently place her pacie in her mouth. He tried, but poor Evie was too upset to take it. Oh well. In the car we go to drive to grandmomma's. It was a rather quiet ride, other than Evie's pitiful whimpers. Usually, Eason and I have a nice chat the few blocks to gradmomma's, but not today. When we arrived at grandmomma's, I got Evie out and passed her on to grandmomma, then walked around to Eason's side.

I opened his door and Eason asks, "Mommy, do you have a 'gina?"

"Excuse me," I replied, hoping that I had heard him wrong.

To no avail, Eason repeats his question, "do you have a 'gina?"

"Yes baby, I have a 'gina."

Eason, "Does grandmomma have a 'gina?"

"Yes baby, grandmomma has a 'gina."

Thankfully, that ended the questioning.

Last week (as posted earlier), Eason revealed that he had learned that he has a penis and asked me whether I had one. Upon telling this story, a friend asked me whether I explained to him what I had. Since, he had not asked, I had not. That afternoon, when I picked the kiddos up, I asked his grandmomma, "have you and Eason been having anatomy lessons?" Momma B rather sheepishly grinned and said, "I think I know where this is going." I told her of that mornings conversation and she reminded me that she had taught sex ed when she was a sixth grade teacher.

No problem, I suppose it is best for him to know the proper terms. Warren and I just laugh, because at his age he has no governor to know when to say these things. I am just waiting for when we are out to eat and as the waiter approaches the table, to hear our child ask, "Mommy, does he have a penis?"

My child is the kid in the movie Kindergarten Cop, "boys have a penis and girls have a vagina."