it's raining babies...

We got to go see Todd and Christie Bragg's new baby boy today. His name is Elliott Lewis, he weighed 8 lbs, 4 ozs, and was born Wednesday morning. He's a half a pound bigger than Ella was, but I can't for the life of me remember, or even imagine, that she was ever that small.

Chris and Megan Weigel went to visit them yesterday, but you can't take non-family infants into maternity wards here, so we watched their 2-month old little girl Zoe for a few hours. She's just tiny and looks exactly like Megan. Ella was asleep and Zoe was resting quietly in my arms, so we felt it was a good time for Alison to go and get some food. About the second she left both little girls started wailing. Twenty minutes later, Alison walked in the front door to find blankets, bouncy seats, and toys all over the place, from my hopeless attempts at calming them down, and two very tired and sad babies still crying, and heard me say "if we ever have twins, we're giving one away..." Zoe was really sweet, though, and we had a great time with her, and with the Weigels when they came back over to get her.

Alison has been getting to know some of the other new moms in our neighborhood and/or fellowship group. They meet every couple of days or so to go walking; three strollers wide, taking up half the street. I love it.

We weren't the first couple among our friends to get married, but we were one of them. For the longest time we really only hung out with single people. Not that there's anything wrong with that at all, they're great people and great friends, but it's been fun to start getting to know people in our current stage of life as well.

Cason and I concocted a little piece of science called "the Life Stages theory" that basically said you could only date within two life stages, or the very particles of your life would be too far apart to allow you to relate. Some of the stages that affected us at the time were: college freshman, college sophomore, dropout, graduate, graduate with job, graduate with REAL job, dropout with REAL job, engaged, married, kids, dead. At least, I think that's how it went. We were in the "dropout" stage, so could date a freshman, but not a graduate with an actual career. Now I think we might be "dropouts with fairly steady not real job," but since I'm married I don't really care anymore. I'll have to ask Cason where he thinks he is now...

Anyway, our theory was mainly a result of too much late-night driving at 19 years old, but there is something to be said for having people in your life in a relatively similar place. I've been with the Caedmon's guys, Andy Peterson and Ben Shive, and all sorts of other guys that are married with young kids who travel and play music for a living, so I haven't longed for that kind of kindred spirit-ness for quite a while. All that to say, it's been really fun to see Alison getting to know these other moms, and for our babies to get to stare at each other, both trying to figure out how they could put the other in their mouths... I know she's appreciating having a friend to share new mom conversation with, so I'm happy for her. I'm also happy when I walk up out of the studio to see three (3) tiny babies (and their moms) in my kitchen.

So yeah, it's raining babies, hallelujah! Did you know Paul Schaeffer wrote that song? The song "it's raining men," that is. Well, I think that proves I'm done here. As much as I love those babies, and one in particular, I'm glad they're all cuddled up and asleep in their cribs so we can enjoy the nice, soothing quiet of an early Autumn night. And think about how we ate McDonald's twice today because we had convinced ourselves the millions were on that next box of fries and now we feel so sick we never want to see yellow and red together again for the rest of our lives...





(speaking of... I only need one more piece for each color, hmmm, I wonder if that's surprising to "the Man"... Anyway, if you happen to see Boardwalk, Pennsylvania Avenue, Ventnor, Kentucky, Tennessee, Virginia, Vermont, Mediterranean, Short Line or B&O lying around, let me know...)