The time has come

Teagan is walking. She put together a few steps on Friday and each day since then has added more and more. Fabulous to watch the unfolding and her utter determination. In her lovely, joyous way she has come through this process with little resistance or frustration. SImply desire, need and trust.






And some swimming.



Tessa cleaning the floor as Teagan climbed up onto the table. Once Teagan was up there, she played for almost 20 minutes before wanting to climb down. The girls must feel complete when Brian and I are home together with them. If it's just me with the girls, they follow me to every room (mostly Tess) and won't leave my side. But when all of us are home, they find the work I've set up for them and I am able to just watch their minds working.

Little Poet

Here's a poem made by the poems you all brought for Teagan in honor of her naming ceremony. Thank you for your words, your grace and your love. May we all remember the power of our words and the presence of poetry in all we do. Teagan reminds us of such.


Your children are not your children.
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

A knowing spirit of love... Inspires all she meets.
A hive of honey bees I say, it's the fire in my eyes, the joy of my feet.

You may house their bodies but not their souls.

A friend fills life with beauty, joy and grace.
Trust those you have helped to help you in their turn.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.

You're so true, be my friend
Teagan Teagan you're so cute, you're like a boot.

You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.

Tus ojos brillan, dando celos a diamentes

Teagan Cay.

Trust your heart, and trust your story.

There is a worm at the heart of the tower; that is why is will not stand.

Ask for help. Grant forgiveness. Abandon intolerance.

They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

God's gift on a rainy night last May.
And Teagan replied...."nothing mother"

The journey is yours, the journey is yours. Angels watching over you, all day, all night

Be still long enough to hear your own leaves rustling.
Do not play at tug o' war.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

Remember your name.

The gift of Teagan

Last Thursday Teagan celebrated her 1st birthday. It was a day marked, for me as her mother, in total joy. I can honestly say that in the last year, she has brought our family and our friends simple, unbridled, love and delight. One of my favorite images of Teagan is her, a few weeks old, hardly even 2 feet long, her limbs wobbly and fingers thin not yet chubby. I had just finished putting Tessa to sleep and came out to find Teagan in her dads' arms. I scooped her up, nursed her and then laid her to rest in the crook of my crossed legs as I sat indian sytyle on the bed. There she nuzzled herself into the folds of my ankles and calves and fell asleep. She stayed there for over an hour. Fawn-like and in complete trust of the universe.

A few months back, she reached out for a woman who was standing next to us in the Whole Foods line. The woman noticed her, Teagan smiled and reached her hand toward the woman's face. Teagan smiled even wider. Then she waved and said "hi." The woman, for that moment was entirely captured by Teagan's spark. She then turned to me and said, "Your baby changed me today."

Such is Teagan. A day changer, a moment changer, a life changer.

On the day of her birthday, we played at the pool with some friends, then made our way to Savannah, Ga, where we spent the weekend. My brother graduated from Savannah College of Art and Design. So there, we had more celebrating and Teagan took her first step.

She is so verbal, so many words. Her latest is "Tessa" and the past few days she's been bringing me things from around the house, Tessa's shoes, a diaper, a car... And she looks up at me, holding the item and proudly says, "Tessa?"

The following are some of the past weeks' photographs.