The Andersens Meet Miles

Tori, Lauren, Amelia & Miles

Aunt Kari

Lauren, Kari, Amelia, Miles & Grandpa

Grandpa Steve & Miles

Uncle Evan & Miles

Like Father...Like Son?

While Amelia was "blessed" with the Andersen sleep genes...early to bed and early to rise...our sweet boy has so far shown signs of possessing the Wignall family ability to sleep for...well...all day.

Miles wakes up to eat every three hours and then its back to sleep. And last night he even blessed us with 4 straight hours of sleep.

I am so in love with both of my Wignall boys.

Dance Class

For several weeks Amelia has been going to dance class. She LOVES it...and talks about it all week. Here are a few cute pictures I took a 2 weeks ago.

Picking Strawberries

Right before Miles was born, Amelia and I went with a few friends to pick strawberries at a farm in Carlsbad. We had lots of fun...and I am pretty sure that the kids at their weight in strawberries during the 45 minutes we were there.

Evolution of Our Family

Thank you Bama Bamene (Grandma Gaylene)

It was so lovely to have my mom drop what she was doing and come to San Diego to take care of Amelia while we were at the hospital. It was priceless.

Perfection.

Adoration

We're all so in love. With both of them.

Welcome to Our Family

Miles David Wignall
May 17, 2007
7:32 p.m.
7 lbs. 3 oz.
20.5 inches

1st Haircut

So up until last Wednesday Amelia thought that when you "got" a haircut, you actually received something...like when you go to the store and buy food or clothes or candy.

I scheduled her an appointment to get her first haircut, Chris and I prepped her all week...telling her how much fun it was, and how much fun Nancy was (the hairstylist), and how Nancy was going to make her look so pretty. And, she bought the entire story.

UNTIL...we got to the salon on Wednesday morning. She wanted nothing to do with Nancy or the seat or the cape. After 20 minutes of crying on my lap, she was finally calm enough to sit backwards on my lap and have her haircut. UNTIL...she saw her little blonde girls on the floor.

"What are those mommy? Oh, no! That's my hair, mommy. That's my hair." More crying.

Luckily, Nancy is awesome, and she completed the haircut in about 8 minutes flat. And, by the time we left Amelia was happy and loving life...probably because I had promised that she could go to the store and buy some candy.

We think her new haircut is just delightful...and so does she.

Giving Birth

With Mother's Day approaching as well as the impending birth of my second child I've been thinking a lot about being a mother. There are so many important things I want to do and be for Amelia, but I can't help but think that I already did one of the most important things I will ever do for her... give birth to her.

As I was walking the hospital corridors of Scripps Memorial Hospital while in labor with Amelia, I read the poem below more times than I can count. It was beautifully painted on large canvases throughout the labor and delivery part of the hospital...and I think I had it memorized by the time I left.

I think of it often, and I am looking forward to that indescribable moment when you see that baby for the first time and your life changes and you feel like the most blessed person on earth because you are that child's mother.

"Being Born Is Important"

Being born is important
You who have stood at the bedposts
and seen a mother on her high harvest day,
the day of the most golden of harvest moons for her.

You who have seen the new wet child
dried behind the ears,
swaddled in soft fresh garments,
pursing its lips and sending a groping mouth
toward nipples where white milk is ready.

You who have seen this love's payday
of wild toiling and sweet agonizing.

You know being born is important.
You know that nothing else was ever so important to you.
You understand that the payday of love is so old, So involved, so traced with circles of the moon, So cunning with the secrets of the salts of the blood.
It must be older than the moon, older than salt.
--by Carl Sandburg

Last Weeks Alone

I've been a bit sad today because I only have 3 weeks left with just me and Mia. For 2 years it has been Mia and Mommy. We spend about 10 hours a day together...just perfect. I'm excited to welcome a new baby into our home, but I will always cherish the time I spent with Amelia...just me and her.