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Hi from 2635, the disaster zone...
So, we're downsizing and by downsizing, I mean we are seriously eliminating! We're selling oodles of things and more to come. If you are interested in any of the below, you'll get a much better price now than through the consignment store (because they need to eat, too!)-- shoot me an email and let me know what you would like to take a look at....
wine glasses (a bunch of those) lamps (a bunch, too) wine cooler (electric) blender two bed frames artwork/pictures/things that go on the wall tea cart throw pillows A PIANO misc. pots/pans (sadly) several, several, several silver pieces- various shapes/sizes/makers/ages towels king size duvet queen size duvet w/shams two brown/pink paisley print curtains wicker toy box 4 linen chair covers for armless chairs sheets- full size and queen size bedside table small picnic basket bathroom rugs- white and green 2 wicker outdoor chairs (make up in comfort what they lack in looks) 2 bar chairs heavy glasses with cobalt rims (li…

The Christmas Hop

Dad used to always joke that we hit the Big 4 when it came to church- Christmas, Easter, when the in-laws came to town... seriously though, Christmas Eve, the Merrys could be found at the Children's Mass at St. Mary's. The music was better, the kids were adorable, and nothing put us in the Christmas spirit more than hearing a slightly out of tune piano in the fellowship hall surrounded by 300 others looking to celebrate before the celebration.

Several years ago, we were in college I think, St. Mary's did away with the children's mass (unless you had children...) and we showed up late to church- still 20 minutes early, but 45 minutes past the time of the last seat inside the church. I was leaning against a table, Brad was pacing and the 'rents were standing next to each other. It was noisy in the Narthex and we had no idea that mass had started until half the people started praying together. 15 minutes in, Brad looked at Mom and said, "I'm all for being rev…

Baby Food

Have I mentioned yet that I am making my own baby food? I am not green. I am not holistic. I am not one with nature. I do not eat granola. Our house has zero feng sheu. I am, however, extremely cheap.

Frugal. Tight. Thrifty. Whatever you call it—I clipped coupons before it was cool (from my parents newspaper) and long after we have made our millions, I will continue to ask the cashier for the family discount or what the “cash” price will be. I’m a haggler and proud of it. My father would be so proud.

Thriftsters and Super Moms Alert! Moucho money can be saved by making baby food. Proudly, once a week my little Gerber sweat shop goes to work. I chop, steam, puree, and pour veggies into baby containers. These are things that I do not eat myself (healthy is not how I would describe my eating habits), but baby girl screams if we do not shovel these yummy treats into her mouth at a scary fast pace.

Eileen eats. She is still hanging on to the growth curve with all that she has, but she eats. I…

Calling the doc

We, as a whole, hold doctors as the end-all, be-all for knowledge. And why not? They have anywhere from 4-8 more years of education and 2-6 years of training on us. Most importantly though, they wear white coats.

New parents, doctors being no exception, are clueless about most things. Things you NEED to know- is it normal that she drools this much? She tinkles... a lot. Is it okay that her nose is turning orange? Yes, okay, and yes-it's the carrots. You learn by doing and by child six or eight, you pretty much have the rhythm down and the answers to the 8,966 questions they don't teach in medical school.

Things we would never call on for ourselves will hit "speed dial 3" for the doctor's office and in a panic, an absolute panic, we breathlessly tell the nurse It's Important. A few minutes later... the calming air of the doctor says, like they almost always do, "Baby is fine." You sigh, get off the phone, and move forward with your day... minutes later…

Homeward Bound

Jimmy Buffett has this great song, Nautical Wheeler. I am a recent fan, admitting that my knowledge of music is not as vast as my movie quoting abilities. There is a line, “The left foot’ll follow where the right foot has traveled,” and that is where we are right now.

The left foot will be following the right foot soon. Soon, we will pack up our little home at 2635 and this farm boy and Georgia girl will get a dose of something outside of the Savannah River, the arches of Athens, and the town square of South Georgia.

His first pick for college- his only application- was to the University of Georgia. Husband did not believe in silly things like “safety schools.”

His first pick for medical school- his only application- was The Medical College of Georgia. He said that if he could not get the best in the southeast- he would just find something else to do with his life’s dream.

His first pick for a wife- this lovely girl- said yes.

His first pick for residency- his first time submitting mo…

I love this time of year

It's not a cliche to say how much I love this time of year. Everyone says that, but why should you not? Everything is "merry" and cheery-- the cold, cold air outside is not quite so gray as it will be in February. The leaves are still on the trees and, well, it is just great to be a wife, a mom, and a resident of Raymond Ave.

In the spirit of other blogs read, I will follow suit...

I love this time of year because I get to pull out my Spode Christmas dishes and put away my Wedgwood Nature plates for a month.
I love this time of year because Husband, Wife, and Child all went this morning to buy our small Charlie Brown Christmas Tree & lights.
I love this time of year because it inspired me to make homemade eggnog instead of buying eggnog! (If I survive the raw eggs, I'll tell you how it is...)
I love this time of year because it gives me hope that my sweet cousin will find a cure for his leukemia.
I love this time of year because I get to buy things like wine glasses th…

Almost Famous

It’s been a tough-go the last two weeks with the blog. Me verse the writers block. The writers block has been winning.

Today though- today I was almost famous. Husband and I were enjoying a very cold and rainy Sunday with Eileen and her cold and I with mine. Leaving Target, I spied a very precious baby boy [Wyatt] sucking down a bottle. The mom, whose name I would learn is Nicole, asked me, “Hey- are you Rachel?”

Ummm… yes.

“I read your blog.”


I love hearing people who read my blog. There are only five followers on the page, but I get so many emails and comments from friends, friends of friends (i.e. Nicole), strangers, friends of Husband when he was in high school, Woody’s friends, Woody’s friends children, the list goes on and on. So, unlike the priest in Sister Act (Oh ye few, but faithful)—I remember that I write to more than just the five.

Back to Nicole. She made me feel like one million smackers right there with my red nose and spit up covered baby in boy jammies (at 2 in t…


I have been trying for three days to write a blog about our baby’s baptism that took place last Saturday. When a day is so perfect and clear- how do you describe it? How do you put into simple words the pride felt dedicating a small baby to a life led by God?

I guess you start at the beginning.

It made my heart feel good when Ford Merry walked into Most Holy Trinity on Saturday morning and amongst the silence of the prayers, he said, “WOW Daddy! WOW! LOOK! Uncle Boo Boo- LOOK! This is colorful!” as he took off down the center aisle holding his tractor with Brad chasing after him.

This was not the church Brad and I grew up in. We grew up in a “modern” church with light dimmers, stucco walls, a wooden altar and concrete statutes. It certainly was not cold, it was surely a church, but it was not this. Most Holy Trinity was the church that Big Dad remembers as St. Patrick’s from his youth. This is where he grew up.

Formal is a small understatement. The stained glass windows dominate the wal…

5 months

It really seems like yesterday we were bringing her home from the hospital. Today is Eileen's five month birthday. When she wakes up from her nap, that is going on three hours, she will have her picture made next to the five month card and the date of October 27th, 2009. She will certainly wear her goofy hat that makes her look like a carrot. She hates it-- I love it. She looks so silly in it, but it makes me laugh while it keeps her head warm.

She has started eating cereal- rice cereal to be precise. "They" don't tell you this in the books, but take it from this Super Mom- no matter how the cereal is prepared, they hate it the first go-round. They'll gag, cringe, and otherwise tell you, "HEY! MOM! This is NOT tata milk. What makes you think I am going to like this?" But after two (or twelve) tries, they'll get the hang of it and might actually start to like it. Doctors (AHEM) tell these Super Moms that you should not mix it with tata milk, as it is …

Of a great comfort

My husband is an extraordinary person. He is kind, patient, gentle, loving, and unbelievably good at his work. I do not use the word “job” because that is not what it is to him- or to me.

He works- a lot. Few people really understand or appreciate how much he is at the hospital and how little he is at home. Fewer people know what it is like to have a spouse be in this career and those that do, understand how precious it is to have time together.

These things that I say are not meant to be a flag raised to let the pity party know that we are over here; they are said to lay the groundwork for this statement:

“Of a great comfort.”

Husband cannot bring his work home with him. What happens at the hospital, no matter how close it is to me or our family has to stay At The Hospital. HIPAA is a law and it is one that he takes very seriously. Anything I learn about Husband and his work comes from patients that approach me.

Sometimes they do.

Once, a grandfather from South Carolina approached me at M…

All over again

It has taken me eight years and a month- to the day- to finally sit down and watch the Today Show from Sept. 11, 2001. Will and I sat in front of YouTube last night for over an hour watching, gaping, just in miserable disbelief all over again. But, we held a crystal ball to this footage unlike those college kids in Athens eight years ago. As Katie & Matt talked about "an accident" we knew in just minutes the second tower would be hit. And then the pentagon. And then a plane crash. It was just getting started, Katie.

It all started with a documentary on the JFK assassination and Walter Cronkite stating, "People everywhere will always remember where they were when they heard of the Presidents assassination."

And then Husband told me about his physics test. And I told him about a mountain weekend that was high priority to me at the moment before I heard those life changing words.

We pulled up the coverage and just started watching. How sad. How miserably sad and pain…

I did not forget

I was just busy... too busy to upload a few pictures from our trip to DC...

That back pack? That back pack allowed me to leave Eileen for 4 days. We schlepped it everywhere. But, it was worth it because we had the best time!
And, just in case you thought that Eileen was not growing... This was taken (obviously) on the 27th, right before we left...

And this was taken right after we got back...

WHERE DID THAT SECOND CHIN COME FROM? I'll tell you... she spent four days with PETF and Woo!!

Sunny Days

Big Bird and Elmo were never my fave growing up. I loved going to Grandma's house, she had cable, and I would sit and stare at Nickelodeon. Pinwheel was Number 1. Then there was Bill Cosby's show with the drawing, and the other one about the mannequin that turned into a person... and the buffoon of a security guard that could never catch him. Nickelodeon was my channel.

Eileen... notsomuch. She loves, I kid you not, Sesame Street. And now, I too, love Sesame Street.

It's funny. Not like ironic, funny. More like hilarious, funny. Right now, the gang is learning animal sounds and one is saying, "CEEK" and getting corrected to "QUACK."But the duck does not say, "quack" on the show. He says, "Mooo..." which makes me giggle. And Eileen squeaks.

It's great.

Last week, they were singing nursery rhymes and the two worms (whose names I have learned are Slimy and Glo Worm) were pretending to be Jack and Jill climbing up the hill. Instead of fe…

my dirty habit

I turned this...

Into this...
This lovely little guy just needed a good home. Lucky we found each other...

Our gBaby

Some things about me are just ridiculous. RIDICULOUS.

For instance... I have a small obsession with eBay. It's pathetic. I love playing on it. Bidding on it. Talking about it. I love the concept.

I watch television on closed caption. Why? I do not know- I wish my grandfather would watch HIS television on closed caption. But, I do.

But the biggest thing...
I am allergic to sunscreen.
Sunscreen and hair dye.
Sunscreen, hair dye, and Will's asthma medicines.
Sunscreen, hair dye, Will's asthma medicine, and latex.
Sunscreen, hair dye, Will's asthma medicine, latex, and... Eileen's diapers.

The list goes on, but these are the things that are the most important as I run into them the most, all except the hair dye-- Rachel Cagle, new brunette-at-large, again.

I had no idea what a "big deal" a latex allergy was until I got elbow deep in Eileen's diapers. Her sweet and easy Pampers have a lovely chemical called ethylenediame. Good grief, I can barely spell it... bu…

The Six Day Challenge...

Okay, so the seven day challenge did not work out quite as well as I had hoped. We did really well for the first 3.5 days. But, after spending so many days in a row alone with a crying Eileen I was invited to lunch on Friday. Husband said, "GO! TSDC be damned!" So, I went.

And then, of course, yesterday was Moe's Monday-- $5 Moe's. Yum.

BUT! Other than those two moments of weakness.... the Cagles did really well otherwise.

So, we're going for round two with The Seven Day Challenge, however-- it is going to be called the SIX Day Challenge, leaving Friday open for Lunch Bunch with my new buddies.

In other news, we have been reviewing the calendar and are pleased to announce that Husband has a whopping six days off over the next fifty days. S-I-X. On average, that is one day off every 8.3 days.

Today is one them, so I will not spend any more time blogging this morning... there's a Husband waiting for me, one that I miss terribly.

The Seven Day Challenge

Husband and wife enjoy eating out. We enjoy the whole process--- picking where we will eat, discussing what we feast on, having a server bring the food to us and then take it away…. We do not even mind paying. Much.

As I mentioned, Husband had five glorious days off this past week and in five days we zipped through, I am not kidding, over $200 in dining out alone.

Dude. That’s a little ridiculous.

So, over dinner (at Rae’s…$50) on Sunday night, we made a decision. A challenge, really. Starting Tuesday, the Cagles would not eat out one thing for seven days.

It is harder than you think it is.

PETF had hip replacement surgery on Tuesday (she's doing amazing, PS), thus sitting in the hospital involved drinking the water I packed. For lunch, while it would have been much easier to grab Chick-Fil-A downstairs at University, I had to head to the grocery store for supper food. Knowing that Husband was working nights this week and not days… it would have been nice to go out to eat before he le…


After months and months of working days upon days straight... Husband had a day off. It was full of sanding the boat, playing with bambina, and doting on his lovely wife. Five glorious days of having a husband.

What a change!

Thursday, two out of the three Cagles attended Antiques and Wine, a benefit for Historic Augusta. It involves two of our faves, antiques and wine... hence the title. We walked out with a ride from Zingooooooo and a new addition to our home found in a lovely old desk that Husband bought during the live auction!

Wife had to work Friday but the evening was spent eating Mexican outside with all the three Cagles. Chatting and talking and listening, and just... enjoying each others company without the stress of a chaotic day left behind hanging over his head (and another one on the brink).

Saturday... GAME DAY! The Cagles, all 3 of us, cleaned and played until 6ish when friends started rolling to 2635 to watch the Dawgs play. Chicken on the grill (Gamecock to be precise) …


Sometimes, like right now... I look at her and think about how lucky we are. She is snoring away, fast asleep while I continue to work well past 5:30. It was hell getting her here, but I would do it again in an instant.

But, maybe I would eat more turkey sandwiches.

Super Mom

I had this great blog written.... all about diaper changes. It's ridiculous. I, who threw up at diapers PE (pre-Eileen), now change diapers with such finesse and such ease and such time that the topic deserved its own blog. Alas, maybe it will pop up soon.

There are more things going on this week than diaper changes. I mean... there are diaper changes, plenty of them, but this week was our first week of school! After 8 months of anticipation, LMC was dropped off on Tuesday with her cousins Tellis & Ford at MDO for four hours of playtime with Ms. Donna & Ms. Kay. LMC comes home tired and ready for some QT (Quiet-- and quality-- quiet because Ford is not around) with the M-O-M, that's me!

So we drop her off at school & start going about the new routine. I work, schedule appointments, and otherwise make myself more of a "worker" and less of a "mom" for four quick hours. Other than the occasional mention of said child, if you did not know me-- you wou…

North Carolina

Greetings from Chapel Hill, North Carolina!

College Town Heaven meet Green & Hippie Mountain Girl... you two would make a lovely pair. This town is as cool (if not cooler) than Athens. It is a cool 86 degrees outside in mid-August. This is not a "dog day" of summer, it is more like a puppy day. Apparently, too, this is above the gnat line. Husband and wife toodled around town yesterday when we got here and E just stared at the sorority houses, the college kids, and the very beautiful people. We agreed that we could wear baby blue for three years.

Today has been spent trying to get a better feel for the town, the neighborhoods, and what the people are like. Well, I will be happy to report to Husband when he gets done at 4:30 that the town is fun, the neighborhoods are quaint, and the people are just lovely.

However, the real estate prices have a little something to be desired.

Near downtown, a side street turned up a house with a sign in the front yard. It looked like somethi…

A Bad Georgia Fan...

I really am being a bad Georgia fan. It's not me, though. Really, it is not. It' Husband. Silly Husband. Silly interviews. Silly "rest of our lives." Silly career. Silly baby.

We are not going to be able to make it to any home games this year. SAD. This will be the first year, in a number of years, that I am actually willing to give up our WHOLE season ticket package.

Okay, you Dawg fans... anyone want to buy some tickets? We have two tickets... TWO! Side by side, lower level- section 127, row 3, seats 16 & 17. We are looking to sell them as a whole and not split them up.

Let me know if you are interested by emailing me... rmcagle @ gmail. com

Who does your pest control?

I forgot to mention yesterday that my short legged, little, bouncing friends are gone. They packed up and headed for the hills. But, I got a call today from Advanced Services checking up on my little buddies.

I was glad to report that there are only three people in residence at Casa de Cagle.

Talk about customer service! I cannot say enough good things about my favorite bug people. Thorough, knowledgable, and just all around fun people.

If you leave your bugs in your hands... stop it. What would be spent at Lowe's can be spent with the Bug People & it is one less thing on the chore list. Husband handled ours for longer than I care to tell you with minimal success. When the roach started drinking my beer and changed the channel to ESPN on the coffee table, there was an emergency phone call to AS and they were knocking on my 1920s, roach motel the next day. We had 'em on the run!

A monthly inspection found termites in our traps back in April... the next day... POOF! taken care…

Ugh. Last week.

Last week was ridiculous. So ridiculous I could not rub two minutes together for an update on the Cagles. What started off as a casual, normal Monday quickly turned into chaos. Four little letters. Four terrible, horrible letters I cursed over and over again with my sailor’s mouth.


We do not have animals—secretly, I am not a dog person—but somehow, those little guys got into the house and spread like wildfire. Sweet Petit was like filet mignon to the little jerks. We did not even get to pack up, E & I just left.

Advanced Services came and treated a few hours later & it did not even touch them. They were everywhere. EVERYWHERE. For the whole week, Husband and Wife lived in limbo, crashing at my ‘rents house and then Brad & Martha’s. Four nights later, all we wanted was the following:

(a) Our air conditioner
(b) Our bed
(c) Clean clothes

In that order.

Ange, Woo, Brad, and Martha were all wonderful hosts to the lost Cagles and our 1,433 friends that tagged along and t…

200 is such a daunting number.

Ta-tas. Ta-tas with talent. I have ta-tas with talent. They give my little one life and it is all because of me. Not Enfamil. Not Similac. Not Publix brand formula. M-E. Little E and I have twenty minute meetings seven times a day. It's a wonder I get anything done. By seven, it is more like six. But, if it is anything over four... what is the difference?!
If you know anything about me, I like planning. Correction, I love planning. And I like Excel sheets. I am terrible at math, but I love numbers. For instance, before giving birth an excel sheet was created for the best price of diapers in the area. THEN, that just was not good enough. Husband said that babies grow 10 grams a day for the first x weeks, and 10 grams equal x percentage of a pound and newborns diapers go up to eight pounds... based on this nugget of knowledge, 6.5 pound Eileen would be in newborn diapers for.... 5.5 weeks (and use approximately 11 diapers a day, exceeding 400 diapers total) And she was. To the date.…

Babies in bonnets, nothing is better

Little e and I went to church this morning. I was proud as a peacock dressing teeny in her Feltman Brothers dress and sweet bonnet walking down to St. Marys. Her in her stroller and I making the walk down McDowell- March of The Catholics- we headed to church.
Eileen was fantastic, sleeping in my arms throughout mass. The couple next to me, with their two hellions were in a constant battle keeping them quiet, forget tepid. Seeing what I had to look forward to in the coming years, I put a small kiss on her forehead thanking God for a simple miracle of a sleeping babe in the silence between prayers.
In a very un-ladylike way, she released a gas pain. The mother of the two children looked at me & like 10 year old girls, we both giggled quietly.
Two readings later, a pause between song and words... E had something else to be heard.
The pregnant woman in front of me, dashing in her white slacks, sassy haircut, and turquoise necklace... obviously her F…

Back in the Kitchen

My favorite thing to do is make a HUGE meal and invite 18 of our closest friends over for wine, appetizers, and supper. I spend all afternoon making a disaster in the kitchen whipping up something a little over average, a little less than amazing and Husband swoops in ten minutes before the doorbell rings and all hell breaks loose to make it absolutely sparkling. I zip in the shower & the fun begins.

A minimum of five bottles of wine & 36 dirty dishes later, the night comes to an end. Husband and I revel in what a great time we had. Our friends leave with full stomachs and the mildest of morning headaches.

Since being pregnant, my headache in the whole process has disappeared. But since being super SUPER pregnant, my good times in the kitchen have subsided. The idea of spending more than 240 seconds on my feet unless I absolutely HAD to was more than painful.

Husband and Wife had dates that involved chicken salad (store bought), Campbell's soup, and lots and lots of grilled…

Brad Merry, Baby Whisperer

I have a good baby. I really do. She eats every 3-4 hours. She almost sleeps through the night- only one feeding. She spits up a lot but at least she is consistent. But sometimes, sometimes, she starts crying in the afternoon- her fussy time- and she. just. won't. stop. Nothing. Not one thing can calm that little Bob Marley Wailer. We feed, we change her diaper, we try "tummy time" (something my brother, of all people, told me about), we swing, we walk outside.... we try every trick I have learned in the last five weeks. Just sometimes though, it will not end. The little Stay Puft Marshmellow Man tells it like it is. And it is, apparently, loud and painful.

But, oh, Brother. Not "oh brother" but "oh...Brother"-- my Brother is the baby whisperer.

She will not stop crying because it is so blasted hot- poof! Brad swoops in with those big arms and voila! my baby is quiet. She will not stop because it is too freaking cold- baddabing! Brad finds a little cr…

1 month

Today, Eileen turns 1 month old and how the last month has just zipped on by! She has made all kinds of amazing discoveries, especially in the last two weeks.
What a great relief that she loves Motown. When Husband is not around to sing to her, we flip on oldies and she sits in my criss-crossed lap while the soulful sounds of Otis, Ray, Sam, Al, and Percy fill the air around us. Instantly-- instantly-- her face soothes, her crankies subside, and she sits, listens, and learns from the greatest about love or heartbreak. They are far better teachers than I could ever be, because what can a mom know? As I type this on my red couch, Percy Sledge is telling us how he has been loving 'her' for far too long and Eileen is staring at something off in the distance that I have yet to see. When she was a Poppy & a UBB, Michael Jackson was the only thing that could soothe the nausea that would not subside. Thursday night, a phone call from Husband enlightened his girls that the music had s…

Red Headed Baby

We are holding our own. It's been a life changing experience but we're adjusting just as quickly as we can. Several friends told me how much pregnancy will be missed & only one said, "Nah... Rachel won't." and she was right! I definitely DO NOT miss being pregnant. It's so funny to look at her ultrasound pictures and see that exact same face on our little daughter. She has my eyes, mouth, and hand mannerisms-- but she is 100% Will Cagle's daughter. No one can mistake that as she is the spittin' image of him... except the red hair! RED! She popped out the womb and the second thing the doc said was, "Where'd the red come from??" Debbie! My grandmother also had red hair, but she was completely gray by the time she was 20.... so let's hope it's Debbie's and not AJ's.

Eileen and I cannot drive yet, so we spend a lot of time in our pink chair & I take her all kinds of places with my adjectives. Will sings to her-- we are…

When a Child is Born, so is a Grandmother

When Ford was born Susie Rice gave me a little book, When a child is born, so is a grandmother. She welcomed me to the “club” and said, “It is the best!!” My heart is so heavy knowing what she is going through right now with her grandson having leukemia. She is a role model for all grandmothers. I admire her rock-solid strength and courage. Please continue to pray for their family.

In the words of my son’s inlaws to me, “It’s just different when it’s your daughter giving birth – not that you love anyone any less.” Oh, how true! When the news of Rachel’s impending C-section arrived I cried like a baby in Woody’s arms. Debbie, on the other hand lived up to her nickname, Little Deb Sunshine. She was calming and reassuring. Woody was thrilled because Eileen’s “head is going to be beautiful.” I’m not really sure of Tommy’s reaction because I was re-living in my mind my own emergency C-Section 30 years ago and being scared, not knowing what to expect.

Rachel had the best of care – a doctor wh…

A new kind of Friday

It's Friday & a quiet evening has stretched before us in our new lives. Jackson Browne is on the radio. Eileen is laying quietly in her bassinet wrapped in her ladybug blanket. Husband is working on his boat building plans next to me. And I am sitting- capturing this moment in my mind, knowing that soon the wash of labor from the previous week will be forgotten, our child will grow, and Husband will finish his boat.

What a wonderful summer evening with an imminent thunderstorm forecasted on both the television and my incision. Cold beer from the bottle & a turkey sandwich for supper. Nights like this should be relished.

Eileen has many accomplishments this week- she stayed awake for almost an hour this afternoon after PETF gave her a bath and used her new towel that Gran gave her as a diaper... Unlike her cousins, so far-- Little E has not been a big fan of the bath. We call her many things-- Little E, Old Man Turtle, Eileenatmin (yes- like vitamin), and LP to name a few... …

What a Difference a Day Makes.

Bring it.

I have said it 100 times, and I will say it 100 more.

Pregnancy is not for sissies.

I have a small addage.

Labor is not for sissies.
Delivery is not for sissies.

That being said, labor and delivery should be something you do for and with someone you love. I learned a few things about the Cagles during our long forty three hour process to bring Eileen into this world.

We are better as a team than we are as individuals. Where I lacked strength to continue on after the magnesium zapped my energy and the epidural ran out (more than once), it took Husband telling me to press on to know that I could do it.

When the plan changes, the Cagles can change with the plan. We did not plan on giving birth Tuesday, May 26-- but we adapted. When Tuesday came and went without Eileen, we came and went with it. Two hours of pushing for a "normal" delivery (that "V" word gets used a little too much on this wing) proved that would not be part of our plan. 2am Wednesday morning found o…

no time for words... it's feeding time!


What starts out as average...

Days that change your life start out like any other day. I cannot remember the day I met Husband. But, from the moment I knew him, I never forgot him.

In hindsight, I remember the day he proposed to me. We were at our beach house and spent the whole day basking in the sun. We ate sushi at Islamorada Fish Co. and drank Natural Light in the middle of a horrible thunderstorm that kept knocking out the power. It was just… an average July day, that 15th in 2006. And it was as comfortable as when you were small and crawled into your grandmother’s lap to fall asleep to the scent of her perfume, Beautiful.

The day we decided that two should become three started like any other day. It was a Friday in late May. Husband was cooking on the grill and I had set the table outside with a bright plaid tablecloth and Vietri fish china with matching wine glasses. Appetizers of hummus and pita chips & a fantastic piece of seared tuna with sesame seeds. Not to mention the wine in the marble cooler. I br…

One Down

And then there were three.

Catherine gave birth two weeks ago to bouncing Noah. Precious and adorable, I cannot wait to cover our fridge with more pictures of another nephew! That makes three babies for the Rouses. Three perfect little sets of ten fingers, ten toes, and two ears.

Mary Margaret, sweet and precious Mai gave birth this morning at 3:45 to Clayton. I saw and held him when he was less then seven hours old. Eli, stoic and fatherly, sat on the couch and watched us as we cooed and discussed epidurals, birthing, and all the unpleasantries that bring new babies into this world.

All that's left are Blake, Laura, and little ole' me. One by one, we are coming to the end. Of the three, my due date is the soonest at eighteen days. Laura trails by 7 and Blake by 9. Mai came a week early.

And sweet Faris is due in October, and Kristen in July, and and and and... it seems there is something in the water.

Wish us luck!


I remember being 6 weeks pregnant. No bump, drinking O'Doul's and no one knew.

I remember being 16 weeks pregnant. Broken foot, hellaciously uncomfortable and my, er, dare-ee-air was growing faster than my stomach.

I remember being 26 weeks pregnant. Still throwing up, getting more energy and Poppy was no longer a Poppy, she was an Eileen.

Never was the end in sight.

I am 36 weeks pregnant. If Husband breaths the word waddling, he knows death is imminent.

At 6, 16, and 26 weeks though, there was a difference.

I was not contracting.

A gander in my uterus revealed LMC was hanging pretty upside down, hand still in front of her face, kicking the sides of her fishbowl, and letting Christy (the ultrasounder) know that she was not pleased to have someone sneaking a peek inside. Afterwards, we headed over to IGOR's domain. Ange has been coming with me to my weekly ultrasounds and non-stress tests as Husband cannot take that much time away from work. He meets us in Erin's waiting roo…