Perry Farrell Onesie!

1st night out for mom and dad and we, with only 150 other people (!), went to see Jane's Addiction at El Cid!!!!  Epic.  Perry Farrel is just hanging out when I tell him I have a 3 week old and ask him to sign her Jane's onesie.  With so much pleasure, he made sure his autograph was visible and added some decorative lines around it.  I was so star struck! ...looked deep into his eyes and said things like, "this is unbelievable," and "you just made a little girl named Deia very happy...and her mother too."  His response, in quintessential Perry delivery, "congratualtioonnnsss, I wish you all the best and good luuucck."  Full eye contact...burning eye contact, he's wonderfully intense but airy, and he touched my shoulder!  I was shaking for at least 20 minutes after that, and then demanded a round of tequila shots!

Diaper Time Friends

Deia is just now starting to focus on images...not necessarily color or cuteness, but the shapes of things in front of her.  She has a handful of little critters that we put by her changing table and they have been known to curb diaper time fussiness for the last couple days.  She stares at them and gurgles and coos too...I think they are talking about how successful her last bm was and whether or not she should repeat offend while we are in the middle of changing her!

Naptime

Deia's favorite place to sleep is on our chests.  Morning, noon or night she will pass out if we put her close to our hearts.  Selfishly, it's the most wonderful feeling in the world.  But one day we'll have to let her go and have her sleep in her own bed :-( She spends a little while in the co-sleeper at night, but she is only one diaper change or little cry away from snuggle time with us. It's too priceless to pass up. And she is such a good sleeper!  We are counting our blessings....

Any Given Sunday

Deia was born a true 49'ers fan.  She's fine with being one of the boys for the Sunday games, and the boys are fine with it as long as she represents in her jersey! Golden State Warriors onesie is on the way....of course.

1st Bath

Deia's umbilical cord fell out when she was 13 days old and we were so excited to give her her first real bath!  So we put her tub in the kitchen sink and had the paparazzi over to make sure the event was well documented :-) She actually seems to love it!  

1st Walk

Deia's first official walk was a short one through the neighborhood.  We walked to kinkos so Corey could take his passport pics and we decided to take hers too!  Just as the shutter clicked on her mug shot, she spit up!  As if on cue!  So her pics have a dribble of vomit exiting her mouth and down her chin. Classic.  Kinkos did not charge us for Deia's photos because they did not think the passport office would accept them. Lol.

Deia's 1st Halloween

Deia was the cutest little daisy for halloween.  It was her fourth night at St. Johns and we couldn't let her miss out on wearing her first costume! ...she was swimming in it.  Corey put on his fallopian swim team getup and rolled Deia's bassinet down the maternity floor at the hospital. It was pretty darn cute if you ask me :-) 

Her Name Is Deia...

Deia is a small coastal village on the northern ridge of the island Mallorca.  It is not well known, but some consider it 'famous' for its literary and musical inhabitants.   ...home to poets, story tellers, novelists, artists and the like. Corey and I found Deia one year ago.  We were staying in Palma and rented a car so that we could adventure around the island for our 1 year wedding anniversary. That's when we discovered Deia, the most charming and surreal sea-cliff town.  It was like a make believe place plucked out of a fairy tale, a picture only someone with an incredible imagination could paint.  It was in Deia where we also had the most romantic and most delicious dinner we have ever enjoyed, truly.  It was at El Olivo, a restaurant built in a refurbished 16th century olive press mill.  Every bite of the several course meal made our eyes close involuntarily and love was in the air.  So when looking for inspiration for our daughters name, it's no surprise that Deia came up as a memory that we hold dear and it seemed feminine and perfect for our little lady. Deia...pronounced Day-a ;-)  Clara is also the name of both of my grandmothers.  In memory of one and in honor of the other.

Welcome Deia

Little Deia was on her best behavior for all visitors.  Our friends and family came out in full force and the hospital room was buzzing with noise and laughter.  She was such an angel as she was tossed about between welcoming arms.  Among those who came to visit were, Grandpa Steve (papi), Grandma Annie (noni), Grandma Susan (tuti), Grandpa Neil, Grammy (anne), G-Unit (tony), Chelsea, Laura and Alecs on Skype (!), Steve, Susie, Pam, Leo, LJ, Mike, Aaron, Stacey, Kim, Alex, Ella, Jill, Tracy, Mike S., Keyara, Soraya, Mick and Page. We were so happy to see so much love around her and for all the well-wishes from afar too.  

DEIA CLARA CAMPODONICO!

On October 28th, 2008, Deia Clara Campodonico was born at 3:49 pm.  She was 7 pounds 9 ounces and 19 inches long!  Corey and I went in for our routine weekly checkup and upon learning that my fluid levels were incredibly low, we were told that we were not going to be leaving the hospital and that we were having a baby that same day!  Happy 2 year anniversary!!!!!!!  The timing, the shock, the adrenalin...our baby was to be born via c-section that afternoon and our emotions were all over the place.  Our nurses, specifically Lori, were so wonderful.  The anesthesiologist had us cracking up and even sang a special song about breech babies while in the OR. Dr. Thordarson came in smiling and ready to go to work.  I cannot really relay that overwhelming feeling when the tugs at your tummy subside and that baby is pulled out...to hear that first cry and to see her little face for the first time...to watch daddy cut her cord and then to have the ob grab that newborn and have her face plant me in all her glorious gookiness! I kissed her mouth as she cried so sweetly. Oh my gosh.  Life as we knew it changed in that instant.  Love like we never knew welled up.  Shock and awe took over. We were surely existing on another level, a different realm of being, thinking and feeling.  Corey and I, connected, admiring each other and our baby, that feeling of total satisfaction and purpose. All we wanted was quiet time, the three of us, in our bubble, kissing, cooing and cuddling.