Nov 24, 2014

Corinne's Hospital Picture

It just occurred to me that I never explained the origin of Corinne's name.  Those who know us well know that while it seems like we just name our kids random made-up stuff, that is actually not the case.  We carefully (and sometimes after lots of arguing about it) select a name from each side of the family for our children.  We see it as a way to honor those that we love and respect the most, and also a way to connect our children to their ancestors.  Anyway, Corinne's first name comes from my side of the family.  Corinne was my great-grandmother's middle name.  Her full name was Emma Corinne Price Roberts, and lots of people in our family have been named for her.  I guess her name is kind of like Grandpa Crane's...most of the kids in our family have a little piece of it hanging out somewhere.  Corinne was my Grandma Crane's mom, and my own mother really loved her a lot.  As a grandma's girl myself, I can understand having a special relationship with your grandmother.  I actually got to spend a pretty fair amount of time around my great-grandma as a kid when she lived with my Aunt Sally Beck (who is one of the people Cille is named for).  When I was a little kid great-grandma could still get around well enough to bake us chocolate pies when we visited her house on the lake and knock locusts shells out of trees with her broom when my cousins and I wanted to use them to make "Locust Salad" in the old Radio Flyer wagon at my grandparents' house.  After she moved in with Aunt Sally she had entered the stage of life in which she would cocoon herself in her room in July with a space heater blasting away on high, or sometimes go sit in the hot cars parked in the driveway in an effort to stay warm.  She would also say hilarious things like, "That man I was married to...what was his name?" and "Oh, hello, fill-in-the-blank.  I didn't know you were here," to people who indeed were not there. It was a little sad but also pretty amusing because you never knew what she was gonna come up with.  I did have a few reservations about naming a child for her, because it is a well-known fact that she was not a fan of my grandpa.  This quality in anyone is a major strike against them in my book, because my grandpa is one of my favorite people in the world.  Her objections to him stemmed from her desire that my grandma marry someone with what she felt to be the appropriate level of social status.  Legend has it that Corinne even visited my grandpa's house prior to his marriage in an attempt to dissuade him from marrying her daughter.  According to Grandpa, after hurling just about every insult she could think of regarding him and my grandmother, she stomped out onto the front step and over her shoulder fired her parting shot: "Well, I hope you realize, she CAN'T cook!"  His response was probably one of his best ever, and he's had some doozies.  (Like the time they asked him if he wanted to have his picture taken with former president Bill Clinton and he replied, "No. thanks.  I'm good."  But I digress...) He simply said, "Well, I CAN!" and slammed the door in her face.  On their first trip to the grocery store he bought my grandma a cookbook, and she did indeed use it to become a pretty great cook, in my opinion.  For their anniversary one year he had the worn-out cookbook rebound.  My mom has it now and it is definitely a family treasure and a great reminder that a marriage is between the people in it and outside opinions don't amount to a hill of beans.  All that to say, I realize as a parent that my great-grandmother felt that she had her daughter's best interests in mind, and I can respect that desire for the best for your child.  The only sad part was that she didn't recognize that Grandpa was part of God's best plan for my grandma.  Their story is a great reminder to me that it's not where you've been that is important, it's where you're going.  I know that God has a great plan for our Corinne, and I pray for wisdom as we try to guide her down His perfect path for her life.  Oh, and Corinne is a name of French origin, which is a nice connection to Damon's ancestors.  It means "maiden." 

Corinne's middle name is Ruth.  This one is easier to explain.  Ruth is my mother-in-law's middle name.  It is pretty obviously of Hebrew origin and means "compassionate friend." I love that it is the Biblical name of a lady who loved her mother-in-law a lot.  I know that the very words "mother-in-law" strike fear and trepidation in the hearts of millions of married folks, but I have been extremely blessed in my marriage to gain a mother-in-law who is truly a compassionate friend.  Ms. Clara has always treated me more like her own child than an in-law.  Considering that Damon and I started dating when I was only 19 years old, there was plenty of raising still to do on me and she was up to the task.  She is always there for us when we need her.  She has the biggest heart, and loves her family above everything else.  I am so thankful that God blessed me with a mother-in-law that I actually look forward to spending time with, and gave my children a Mawmaw who they know loves them no matter what.  She has so many wonderful qualities, and I hope that Corinne inherits her tenderness, enthusiasm, and fun-loving spirit.  I am also very thankful that she refrains from pointing out to her son that, "She CAN'T cook!" because I truly cannot.  Good thing Damon loves take-out.

So without further ado, I would like to introduce Miss Corinne Ruth Pourciau in her official hospital photograph...



We love you, Corinne!

Nov 15, 2014

Just the 6 of Us

I told Damon before we went to the hospital that one specific picture I wanted was a picture of our family with the new baby.  We have pictures of the three of us with Stella and the four of us with Cille, but somehow we forgot to take a picture of the five of us when Watts was a baby.  I was determined not to let this happen again.  So, here goes nothing...
Watts refused to give up his noonie for a while...
We also didn't choose the best backdrop, but our options were pretty limited...
Almost there...
Got it!  Now, if only this photo wasn't too wide to use for my Twitter profile pic.  I could choose a kid to crop out, but that seems wrong...
And the perfect moment for photos was, of course, very short-lived...
Watts, while slightly confused and emotionally frustrated by his new sister, is still very sweet and gentle with her...
Stella is a little obsessed with babies and will be a great mom someday.  For now she is just mad that we won't let her walk around while she holds the baby...
Cille is still celebrating the fact that she believes Corinne to have brown hair.  I don't have the heart to tell her that Corinne has blonde eyebrows and that doesn't bode well for Team Brunette...



So sweet!
Yes, Stella hopped right up in my hospital bed and took over the baby...
Who needs mom?  Not these three...
After changing into their special sibling shirts that I got them for the hospital visit, Cille and Watts used their cast off clothing to make superhero capes...
Watts is showing a lot more love and affection for Cille than usual.  This morning he actually defended her when he felt like Stella was being mean to her.  That is a huge milestone for us...
When the big kids went home, it was just Daddy and his newest little princess...
It still boggles my mind that this only child that I married is now loving on his 4th baby...

We probably could have gone home Friday night but we thought that the transition would be smoother for everyone if we waited until Saturday.  It was pretty chilly outside for Corinne's homecoming, so she bundled up in a cozy sleeper for her first ride in everyone's favorite infant carrier...

Nov 14, 2014

Friday Morning

Another couple of folks that we are supremely thankful for and blessed by are Mawmaw and Pawpaw.  You may have been wondering, who is taking care of the other three kids while you are having your nice hospital vaca?  The answer is these two.  They are truly amazing, and let me tell you, they experienced the whole gamut of emotions while we were gone, including dethroned baby boys, lost rings, and hyper kids.  After they got everyone to school Friday morning they stopped by to steal a little time with their newest grandchild...


That afternoon it was time for Corinne to get all gussied up for her hospital portrait...
Another sweet friend who stopped by was Sharareh Creel.  Her son is Cille's on-again/off-again boyfriend, but she and I are full time friends.  She brought Damon McDonalds in the middle of the night and basically just rocks...
"I'm ready for my close-up..."
At Woman's Hospital, they do just about everything in your room...
My pretty girl...
Another person who was there for literally every second that the hospital would allow him to be a part of was my darling hubby.  He was incensed when the triage nurse left him out, he ate nasty room service with me for every meal, and he changed every meconium diaper that Corinne had.  I love this man more than words can say.  He is the best husband ever, and he won't like me blogging that, but it's true.  I pray that our three girls find husbands just like him...
Stella came back after school...
My doctor for Watts and Cille...he cracks me up a little bit...

Selfie with my favorite boy...
Watts is still deciding what he thinks about baby sisters...
He knows what he thinks about mommies, though...

Nov 13, 2014

Gifts from Baby Sister

Stella left for dance class, and Cille and Watts arrived for a visit.  Cille was pretty excited to open her gift from Corinne...
Watts: the only child experiencing this circus for the first time.  Poor baby!  I was sitting in the hospital bed when my Wattsy-boy came in, and I think this was a little intimidating for him.  He wanted nothing to do with me, and insisted on staying with Pawpaw...



"Ooooh!"
She likes it!
Watts wanted a ring also, but he got a book...
Fancy...

Watts's book was I'm a Big Brother.  We have been reading it every night at bedtime trying to get used to this idea...
Guess who else came to the hospital to see us?  Molly Jane and Ms. Missy!  It's not an official Pourciau birth until the Millets come!
Here is Molly with Corinne...
Molly and Cille...
Molly and Watts...(and Cille)
I am sure there is a picture of Molly and baby Stella somewhere, but I couldn't find it.  I remember when Molly came to meet Stella for the first time she had just learned to say the word "Duck," and she was the cutest thing ever...We love you, Molly!
Missy is the definition of a thoughtful friend.  She was literally in the delivery room with me when I was getting ready to have Stella, she had Stella spend the night when I had Cille (even though it was her husband's birthday!), and thanks to a well-timed hurricane she helped me out with newborn Watts for a whole week!  Acts of service are totally her spiritual gift, and we are the very lucky beneficiaries.  I am so thankful that God has blessed us with such a caring friend.  Did I mention she took these pictures for us, too?