You’ll have to forgive me. I’ve never been great at introductions. I realize I haven’t properly introduced Miss Eliza to the blog world. Sure, you read her birth story, but since then, it’s been a little quiet around here. I mean, quiet on the blog. Not so quiet in our actual, real life house. 🙂
So this is Eliza. We are officially head-over-heels-in-love with her. She is the most sweetest thing.
She is smothered in kisses from Kate every. moment. of. the. day.
And William walked in the door after school today, walked straight to her and said, “How’s my Little Lady?”
She is quite content and squishy. She loves to be snuggled right under my chin. She does pretty well in her basket, too, but especially likes it when she has a fist around each of my fingers. She makes little squeaks, but for the most part is pretty quiet. Unless the big blue snot sucker comes close to her. Then she screams her lungs out.
She made her debut at church on Sunday and did great. I’ve never had to worry about my babies crying in church. The sound of their Daddy’s voice is so familiar that they just settle right in. Isn’t that sweet?
And her name? Of course there’s a story. We’ve always used family names for our kiddos. But since Eliza’s our fourth, we were a little worried that we’d run out of good ones. I mean, there’s a limit to what we’ll use. For example: My Grandpa’s name was Harold. Uh, no thanks. And Peter’s Grandma? Her full Dutch name was Peternella Theodora. I’m not even joking.
Anyway, Eliza is a form of Elizabeth, which was a way, way, way distant relative of mine who had a daughter Sarah. We don’t know much about her, but we liked using her name and tweaking it into something that was a little different. Grace is after my Grandma and also happened to be what Peter was preaching about the Sunday before and after she was born. The story of our family has much grace wrapped up in it and it just seemed right to make that her middle name.
So friends, meet Miss Eliza Grace.
Aren’t introductions fun?