Rockwell Royal
May 10th
6:47 pm
7 lbs 7 oz
20 inches long

This is little Rocco and I’m in la la love.  There really is nothing better than a newborn baby.  The smell, the softer than silk skin, the little grunts and constant cuddling.

Do you like the name?  I think some people are a little taken with it.  As in:

*oh that is an interesting name
-or-
*super cool . . .i love it

Not many in betweens.  Names are a hard thing, especially if this is your 3rd boy.  We wanted something different but not too crazy.  But meaning is king with me.  I thought Rocco was really cute but also pretty bad, as in don’t mess with me,…but what I love is that it means Rest & Repose (freedom from worry; peace of mind, calmness; tranquillity; to put (trust or confidence) in a person or thing) and Royal means of the King.  The meaning is kind of a contradictory to the sound of it and that is pretty great too.

Adding a 4th is definielty adding an element of crazy and would seem to be deducting from any form of rest but I’m just looking at this little guy as a breath of fresh air.  A pause and a rest from the normal kind of every day busy.  A distraction from the worry of life and it’s current woes.  And, “of the King”, well, all good and perfect gifts are from above.   And Rocco is our little Rest from the King.

And don’t you think names just grow on you?  You become them.  Whether you ever wanted to or not.  You become more youier.

Rocco is a sweetie.  So far sleeping better than any baby I’ve had and not much of a fusser. I’m thanking God for this and believing that this is his little disposition (yet another reason he is sporting the name he is).

I have to tell you though, I keep looking around at this brood of kids – 4 little people- and I’m having a hard time believing they are all mine.  That somewhow I’m responsible for all of these little lives.  Pretty amazing and slightly scary.  Juggling is going to take on a whole new meaning.

(And as I type this…. I heard a long, loud banging at the front door and out of my window I saw a police car (my heart dropped) and when I answered he asked if I had called 911?!?!?! The sudden worry quickly morphed into a small shot of anger (and embarrasemnt) running through my veins as I stood there with one slipper on and one slipper off (I think he saw the crazy or maybe just the tears in my eyes + felt some form of pity) and I thought to myself, “so this is how it’s going to be?”  I better put my seat belt on and buckle up for the ride.)  And no it was not me that called for 911.  And that someone who did hit those magic #’s on the phone has yet to admit they actually dialed 911.  They might have pushed, “like 09011 or sumpin, like that!”  Uh huh!

Oh and as for the birth.  Everything went well and well, really fast (almost too fast, so much so that I’d like a do over so I can really soak it all in…..I can share more on all of this later if you like to know these type of things?).

How are you?  Have I missed anything?

I’m going to be around here + there but I do hope you’ll stop in daily as I have some of my most favorite bloggers + friends guest posting on la la over the next few weeks so I can take a bit of a breaky.  I promise they are some of your fav’s too and if by some rare chance you don’t know them than I’d love to introduce you.

Happy Monday!
xx

images / me / top photo inspired by Erica of Urban Grace /