Meet Phoebe

by Daddy


Dave here, subbing for the new mother of three who has her hands full of our new little girl at the moment.


Of course, when we arrived at the hospital this morning — she admitted she was scared to death. Not about getting cut open from hip to hip again, but rather it was the spinal block she would receive before the procedure.

Needless to say, having four unsuccessful attempts at getting an IV started before finally accomplishing the feat did not exactly start off her day like she hoped.


Alas, it only took TWO mis-pokes by the anesthesia trainee before to the real deal took over and perform the procedure to perfection to calm Leslie’s ever-increasing anxiety. But it was worth it, because at 7:44am EST, Phoebe John Grimmett came into the world.


Coming in at 8 pounds, 3 ounces and at 19 inches, the doctors must have been feeling pretty confident that she was a healthy child, because they actually let my hold her…


Either that or they felt if I was going to drop her, what better place to do it than right by the operation room?

After our successful photo shoot, baby and me made our way over to see Mommy, who even though she was still getting everything put back in place – was overjoyed to see our new addition.



I am proud to announce that both Leslie and Phoebe are doing wonderfully. Leslie has been on her feet less that five hours after her surgery, Phoebe has had her first bowel movement and I have gotten to change the first dirty diaper.

Leslie and I want to thank all of you for your words of encouragement throughout this pregnancy. It means so much to us to be able to share it with you.

You know you’ve reached a no-turning-back point of commitment and familiarity in your relationship when you can identify your partner not only by sight and sound, but also smell. Dave and I were leaving the hospital after my pre-op testing when I caught a whiff of what was unmistakably my husband, particularly after he’s had a little too much dairy. I call it “the sweat sox stinker.” But I didn’t even have to label it as such in his presence. I simply turned and said, “When did you have a milkshake?”

This is how well I know my husband.

I know, for some, this kind of intimacy is the stuff of nightmares, but for me, right now, it’s a comfort. Because the fact that he can endure my “forgiveness bombs” (those are the stinkers that are so unexpectedly bad, you immediately apologize for them), assures me he’ll make it through all the discomfort and grossness that comes along with childbirth. And yeah, we’ve been there before. Twice. But the need to feel not only loved, but desired, never goes away. And it’s good to know it takes more than a fart or a peek at my internal organs to turn him off.

Phoebe will be here in less than 24 hours. I’m excited, but also scared. I don’t want to die or anything. It’d be really lame for the last post on my blog to be about farts.

My kids love crafts and puzzles. This simple and fun project is the perfect marriage of the two. I especially love a craft that can be put to use like this one. Here’s what you’ll need to make your own puzzle.


  • Craft or popsicle sticks (any size)
  • Markers
  • Tape


  1. Place the craft sticks side by side on a flat surface and place a piece of tape on one side to hold them together.
  2. Make Your Own Puzzle 1

  3. Flip the sticks over (taped side down) and have your child draw a picture with markers on the sticks.
  4. Make Your Own Puzzle 2

  5. Remove the tape, mix up the sticks and put the puzzle back together!
  6. Make Your Own Puzzle 3

    Make Your Own Puzzle 4

Some tips:

  • If your puzzle is especially challenging, you may want to number the sticks on the back side to help you place them in order.
  • Need to make it more challenging? Draw a picture on the other side, too!

Originally written for and posted on the now-defunct My OH! Momma website.

Yesterday, the girls pulled out their baby pictures, curled up with Dave and me and listened to stories about when they were born. It was such a precious experience – daddy with his girl in his lap and me with mine. And though we’re all so very excited to welcome Phoebe into our family, I felt a little sad knowing these are our last days as a family of four. I’ve enjoyed this phase of our family. Right now, I feel like I’ll miss it when Phoebe comes, but my head tells me I won’t. When Lucy was on the way, I was certain I’d mourn the loss of the just-Julia experience, but honestly, it’s hard to remember what that was even like, now. Even when I look at pre-Lucy pictures, my first thought is, “Where’s Lucy?” or “Oh, Lucy would have loved that. Too bad she wasn’t there for it.” Lucy filled an empty piece of our family puzzle – a bright and vibrant one, that somehow causes the big picture to make more sense. Phoebe will do the same. But my heart doesn’t know the things my brain does, so right now, I’m relishing my time with #1 and #2 because on Friday, it’ll be gone forever. And yes, I’m crying.

The great thing about going from two to three children, however, is that I don’t have the guilt I had going from one to two. As I carried Lucy, I worried that I was ruining Julia’s life – that I was somehow taking something from her by having another child. This time, I have the wisdom and experience of knowing that a sibling can be an incredible gift.

Recently, Lucy got sick and threw up. She was outside swinging on the playset with Dave and Julia while I was at IGA picking up some essential items, like doughnuts. Dave called as I was on the way home to tell me Lucy had puked, so I rushed the rest of the way, flew into the house and ran – RAN – up the stairs to find my sick little monkey in the bedroom, looking a little green, wrapped up in a blanket on her bed with Julia reading her a story. I knelt down and inched close, touched her forehead and asked, “How you feelin’ baby?”

She stuck out a defiant hand, “NO! No, Mama. I not want you. Julia reading to me.”

I felt a little dejected, but as Dave and I sat on Julia’s bed watching the two of them across the room, I was satisfied. Julia finished one book, pulled the blanket back up over Lucy’s shoulders, offered her a drink of water, then picked up the next book to read some more. Lucy never took her eyes off her sister and I was so pleased to know they can comfort each other, depend on each other, support each other. Sometimes I have to remind myself that they can do that – you know, like when Julia kicks Lucy in the chest or Lucy destroys Julia’s art project, but it does my heart good to know they have the ability.

Phoebe will be here in just four days. And after all my wolf-crying that she’s coming early and my desperate desire to have her RIGHT NOW, it feels like it’s coming so fast and I’m filled with conflicting emotions. When a false labor contraction hits or she pushes herself under my ribs so I can’t breathe and my hips feel like they’re going to just give way, I want Friday to GET HERE. But when Lucy is on my lap, touching my cheek and singing me a made-up song about, “My Mamaaaa is so pretttyyyyy,” or Julia climbs next to me and tells me about one of her ideas – the kind she can’t share without using her hands, because it’s just so exciting – I think Friday can wait, the minutes can stretch out a little longer. And then I have to pee for the thirty second time today and I take it all back.

Phoebe, come on girl. We’re ready for ya.

Fingerprints. They’re everywhere! We’re used to cleaning them off every surface our kids touch, over and over and over again. But fingerprints can be fun!


Every fingerprint is different, and since we leave our fingerprints on everything we touch (We know, right?), we can use fingerprints to identify people. Forensic scientists “lift fingerprints” from crime scenes to help them determine who was there. We found this great fingerprint lifting activity in The Usborne Big Book of Science Things to Make and Do
. You and your super sleuths can do it, too.

Here’s what you’ll need.

Fingerprints Supplies


  • Chalk
  • Scissors
  • A bowl, lid or container
  • OR

  • Cocoa powder
  • AND

  • Clear tape
  • A dry brush


  1. Use a pair of scissors to scrape a piece of chalk over a container to collect the powder or just grab some cocoa powder.
  2. Fingerprints 1

  3. Find or make a fingerprint. We had plenty to choose from: fingerprints on the door, the windows, the television screen. We decided to use fingerprints from a glass vase.
  4. Dip the brush into the powder and carefully dust it onto the fingerprint. The dust will stick to the grease from your finger.
  5. Fingerprints 2

    Fingerprints 3

  6. Blow off any excess powder and lay a piece of clear tape on the fingerprint. Press the tape flat, then carefully peel it off. Congratulations, Detective! You’ve lifted the fingerprint!
  7. Fingerprints 4

  8. You may want to stick the fingerprint to a piece of colored paper so it’s easier to see.
  9. Fingerprints 5

Want some more fingerprint fun? Make some fingerprint people! Here’s what you’ll need:

Fingerprints 6


  • A washable ink pad
  • OR

  • A piece of sponge
  • Thick paint
  • AND

  • Paper
  • Art supplies such as crayons, colored pencils or markers


  1. Apply some thick paint to your sponge or open your ink pad.
  2. Fingerprints 7

  3. Press the tip of a finger into the paint or the pad until it is coated.
  4. Fingerprints 8

  5. Press the finger onto your paper and make a fingerprint.
  6. Fingerprints 9

  7. Use your art supplies to add faces, arms, legs, and accessories to your fingerprints to create fun characters.
  8. Fingerprints 10

Originally written for and posted on the now-defunct My OH! Momma website.

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