you & i, we're the same.

kind of our new favorite around here.  we love the avett brothers in this house!
we can't wait until they come to our charleston southern music festival in october...

enjoy!
love, us.

five months old is way too big.

in three days, my little baby will be five months old and my goodness, it's bittersweet.  i wish i could push pause, stop time and keep my little one exactly the way he is.  he's perfect.  these five months have been perfect.  i have loved learning about being a mom and have loved watching chad learn about being a dad.  it's strange how it seems to come so naturally- and just when i think i could not love this little guy more, my heart expands again.  tonight we had a bawl, laughing and laughing and giggling and playing.  oh but he has the cutest giggle on the planet!  at five months, griffin loves peek-a-boo, paddy-cake and singing all about the monkeys jumping on the bed.  he loves taking a tubby with dad (you know, in the big boy tub), watching gretschen- our german shepherd, and talking- more like squawking, all day long.  he loves reading books and tries grabbing at the pages.  he's starting to like his toys, particularly his sock monkey and chain links that we've attached to his car seat.  he DOES NOT love his car seat.  he hates being strapped in and not being able to see everything and everyone during our car rides.  he does better when i reach back and hold his little hand.  we have recently discovered how attentive he is to music.  almost like magic, every time we play David Gray, he turns silent and goes wide eyed.  he can be screaming at the top of his lungs while in his seat and as soon as we put on DG, I'm not even kidding you- silence...all the way home.  it's hysterical and for whatever reason, he is enchanted by music.  of course, we love it.  griffy loves his mom and dad and smiles bigger than you can imagine every time we go to get him out of his crib.  he hasn't been sleeping as well because of the teething- but we're hoping this is just a phase.  he loves snuggling in the morning in our bed and i think it's dad's favorite part of the day too.  basically, we can't imagine life without our little dude.  and- i still can't believe how lucky i am, really- to have my husband and sweet baby.  life is amazing.

griffin grux.

griffin grux sanders- born 6/10/11, 5 lbs 15 oz

He's here!  He's perfect, and I can't believe he's ours.

Griffin came to us almost four weeks early after i was admitted to the hospital with the flu and a heavy sinus infection.  The second day in the hospital, in the middle of the night I went into labor.  i'll never know how i got through it with my body having been so weak from the "bug".  chad was very helpful and patient with me through the whole thing.  thank goodness our baby is healthy and strong- and tiny!  Just a little peanut.

Chad and I are both musicians, songwriters and music lovers.  our very first date, was to a patty griffin concert.  patty's music has always been a source of inspiration to us both.  We named our son griffin.  yes, after patty griffin.  Grux is a nickname that was given by band mates to Leroi Moore, the late saxophonist of the dave matthews band.  his passing was a great loss to long time dmb fans.  Grux holds great meaning to chad in particular and the dmb album big whiskey and the groogrux king is kind of a big deal in our house.

there is really no describing what it feels like to have a child of your very own.  it's unlike anything I've ever experienced.  i always knew i would love being a mom but i could never have imagined just how special it really feels.  oh great, here i go... tearing up again.  this little baby is everything to me.  as i type, he sits on my lap looking from side to side and then up again at me- just happy to be here.  (of course we have had to stop this entry multiple times to change his wet diaper, drink his bottle, change his poopy diaper, finish drinking the bottle...).  motherhood is hard work.  it's physically and emotionally exhausting!  i've been sleep deprived for almost three months, had poop squirted all over me, been spit-up on every time i change my outfit and my house is a total mess most of the time- but it's so worth it.  it's worth it every time he smiles at me.  every time i get to rock and sing him to sleep.  every time he bats those long blond lashes.  every time he wraps his tiny fingers around mine.  i love this baby boy like I've never loved anything before.  He's my miracle.