The girl who waited… and the one who came to her.

Whoops, it’s been awhile.

 Sorry about that. I know I owe you guys a couple photoshoots that were requested, and I’m sure Valentine will be jazzed about doing them. I’ll try to wrangle her up for them as soon as I can, and if you’ve got any other pics you want to see, feel free to drop me a comment.

 I’ve been MIA from Tumblr for awhile, and a lot’s gone on. You might remember last fall, we lost baby Milo. I felt lost for the next few months after that, unsure what to do with myself.

 But in January, we learned I was pregnant again. Since I’d just had a miscarriage, my doctor had me do blood tests every few days to ensure my hcg was rising properly in the beginning. It’s supposed to double, which hadn’t happened with Milo (the numbers had staggered and fallen)… This time, they tripled. Even so, with the first ultrasound and that tiny beating heart wherein, I was still too wary, too scared to let myself get attached.

 The rest of the pregnancy, I could write in dramatic detail here, but I’ll go ahead and pare it down to one word; clusterfuck. Every time we’d get a handle on one complication, another would pop up. Hyperemesis, preterm labor, gestational diabetes, etc. By the end of it, I’d had so many needles in various parts of my body that you can probably use my ass to drain spaghetti. It all ended with the grand finale of fuck-you-body; 5 fun-filled DAYS of labor.

 A beautiful 6 lb girl.

 They rushed her to the NICU a half hour after she was born for breathing issues. A day later, her lung collapsed. She spent the first two weeks of her life in incubators, hooked up to IVs, feeding tubes, chest tubes, an oscillator and other assorted vents. And as stressed and scared as we were, lemme tell you, each time we walked through that NICU, it didn’t escape us that we were some of the lucky ones. It is a heartbreaking place.

 But, she’s home now. And I can show you this:

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 Her real name is a Hawaiian variant on a popular stateside name, but for her internet alias, we chose Moxie. Why? She’s proved she has it in spades, and it is something we needed to get through this past year. Guts, chutzpah, soda pop…

 She may be the one dressed as little Amelia, but I am the girl who waited, and she is the one who came from the stars to heal my broken heart. Come along, Moxie. I’m so glad you’re finally here. We’ve got some adventures to go on.

Costume check!
Every three months I like to check her costumes to make sure of the fit. But with EVERYTHING getting in the way lately, we’re a couple months behind. Still, we grabbed the cameras and got her into both Eleven (mark II) and Ten tonight. The coat for Eleven is the same in a larger size; only the shirt is different. As for Ten, the shoes were way too tight and we decided to order a new set.

"Come along, Ponds."

 ”Peekaboo, Ten! I see you!”

All I can say is thank God she actually takes photos now without the sonic screwdriver lodged in her mouth.

Costume check!

Every three months I like to check her costumes to make sure of the fit. But with EVERYTHING getting in the way lately, we’re a couple months behind. Still, we grabbed the cameras and got her into both Eleven (mark II) and Ten tonight. The coat for Eleven is the same in a larger size; only the shirt is different. As for Ten, the shoes were way too tight and we decided to order a new set.

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"Come along, Ponds."

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 ”Peekaboo, Ten! I see you!”

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All I can say is thank God she actually takes photos now without the sonic screwdriver lodged in her mouth.

For those interested, here are all the larger versions of the poses that we included in the composite Doctor picture.

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 That’s it for the Doctor posts, for now. I hope you’ve enjoyed them! Thanks to everyone who’s reblogged, liked, left comments, etc etc on these posts. You guys are extremely awesome and I appreciate the help in orchestrating this epic blackmail material for when she is old enough to have her own Tumblr.

And last, but certainly not least, we have Baby Six.
I knew I wasn’t going to be able to pull this costume off by myself, so I bought all the fabric and took it to a seamstress with some reference shots. She worked her amazing magic (I’m still blown away by the results) and recreated the jacket, vest, and pants. My only contributions to this costume were the cravat (made from some ribbon and an attached pinback) and the kitty pin (again, a pinback glued to an applique). The shirt she’s wearing with the glittery ?s is the one I made for Baby Five, with hotfix gems and felt, and a stitch or two to keep them in place.
When I posted this on Twitter, I had a major gleekout because not only did Nicola Bryant comment on it and repost, but so did Colin Baker himself. Do you remember that scene in My Little Pony where Rainbow Dash freaks out over winning a contest and meeting her heros, and can’t say anything but “Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh”? Yeah. That was me.
 

Have some baby back baby back baby back Six.


And WHEW! All the Doctors are DONE!


I still have more to post though, so I hope you’ll stick around.

And last, but certainly not least, we have Baby Six.

I knew I wasn’t going to be able to pull this costume off by myself, so I bought all the fabric and took it to a seamstress with some reference shots. She worked her amazing magic (I’m still blown away by the results) and recreated the jacket, vest, and pants. My only contributions to this costume were the cravat (made from some ribbon and an attached pinback) and the kitty pin (again, a pinback glued to an applique). The shirt she’s wearing with the glittery ?s is the one I made for Baby Five, with hotfix gems and felt, and a stitch or two to keep them in place.

When I posted this on Twitter, I had a major gleekout because not only did Nicola Bryant comment on it and repost, but so did Colin Baker himself. Do you remember that scene in My Little Pony where Rainbow Dash freaks out over winning a contest and meeting her heros, and can’t say anything but “Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh”? Yeah. That was me.

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Have some baby back baby back baby back Six.

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And WHEW! All the Doctors are DONE!

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I still have more to post though, so I hope you’ll stick around.

"Yeah my scarf really IS that long. You jelly, baby?"
 Out of the entire costume set, Tot Baker is my husband’s favorite. But then, Four is his favorite doctor. The scarf was knitted for hubby by a friend, the hat also belongs to him; we found it in Disneyland. The onesie with tie and vest is handmade by adrianfraz on Etsy. Coat and pants found on eBay.
 As for K9, I attacked a stuffed rattly doggie with felt and hotfix crystals. The effect was meant to be more “baby toy cosplaying as K9” than actual K9. It was either that or dress up our sphynx Rogaine, and I dunno about you, but cats are sharp on most of their ends. Especially naked, wrinkly ones who get forced into wearing argyle regularly.

"Yeah my scarf really IS that long. You jelly, baby?"

 Out of the entire costume set, Tot Baker is my husband’s favorite. But then, Four is his favorite doctor. The scarf was knitted for hubby by a friend, the hat also belongs to him; we found it in Disneyland. The onesie with tie and vest is handmade by adrianfraz on Etsy. Coat and pants found on eBay.

 As for K9, I attacked a stuffed rattly doggie with felt and hotfix crystals. The effect was meant to be more “baby toy cosplaying as K9” than actual K9. It was either that or dress up our sphynx Rogaine, and I dunno about you, but cats are sharp on most of their ends. Especially naked, wrinkly ones who get forced into wearing argyle regularly.

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When we got ready to do Seven, I knew one thing. I was gonna pile on the crystals and glitter and bling it the frick out. She wasn’t just going to be Baby Seven, she was going to be SPARKLES McCOY. So I found a white sweater vest at a thrift store, made it yellow with fabric spraypaint, and used fabric and krazy glue to attach felt, crystals, and GLITTER AS FRACK WIRED RIBBON. I placed a book on it to dry and was so proud of myself. Bling bling, baby.
 The next day, the glue had solidified over the crystals and the ribbon was refusing to stay put.


Needless to say, that first photoshoot was a disaster. The vest was not only too big, it kept coming apart. I decided that I didn’t want to worry about it falling to pieces at Gallifrey One, and therefore we would need a sturdier vest. Back to eBay for a soft yellow sweater vest. This time, I armed myself with needles and thread instead of fabric glue. Aqua rickrack replaced the GLITTER AS FRACK ribbon, which had just ended up looking overkill and cheap. I also bought a hotfix crystal applicator, and therefore avoiding the nastiness of dealing with krazy glue.
 Some sewing, careful gem application, and much praising of the hotfix tool (I think I swore to name my second-born after it. I hope it doesn’t hold me to that), we had Seven vest: the sequel. Much more subdued, better fitting, and a lot sturdier. Here’s the difference:


 The best part? It still glitters like WHOA in person.
Other parts: eBay save for the coat, which was thrifted. Umbrella needs to be redone, because apparently sculpey is the baby equivalent of a delicious beignet.

When we got ready to do Seven, I knew one thing. I was gonna pile on the crystals and glitter and bling it the frick out. She wasn’t just going to be Baby Seven, she was going to be SPARKLES McCOY. So I found a white sweater vest at a thrift store, made it yellow with fabric spraypaint, and used fabric and krazy glue to attach felt, crystals, and GLITTER AS FRACK WIRED RIBBON. I placed a book on it to dry and was so proud of myself. Bling bling, baby.

 The next day, the glue had solidified over the crystals and the ribbon was refusing to stay put.

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Needless to say, that first photoshoot was a disaster. The vest was not only too big, it kept coming apart. I decided that I didn’t want to worry about it falling to pieces at Gallifrey One, and therefore we would need a sturdier vest. Back to eBay for a soft yellow sweater vest. This time, I armed myself with needles and thread instead of fabric glue. Aqua rickrack replaced the GLITTER AS FRACK ribbon, which had just ended up looking overkill and cheap. I also bought a hotfix crystal applicator, and therefore avoiding the nastiness of dealing with krazy glue.

 Some sewing, careful gem application, and much praising of the hotfix tool (I think I swore to name my second-born after it. I hope it doesn’t hold me to that), we had Seven vest: the sequel. Much more subdued, better fitting, and a lot sturdier. Here’s the difference:

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 The best part? It still glitters like WHOA in person.

Other parts: eBay save for the coat, which was thrifted. Umbrella needs to be redone, because apparently sculpey is the baby equivalent of a delicious beignet.

"GRAAAAAAAAACE!"
The Eighth Doctor is #3 on my top 3 Doctors I Love list, but a lot of the time I think it’s probably a three way tie between him, 11 and 5. I think the Doctor Who TV movie is ridiculous but I still watch and love it because PAUL MCGANN. Seriously, it’s a valid excuse. Try it. “Why didn’t you do the garbage like I asked you to, honey?” “Because PAUL MCGANN.” “Oh, that makes sense.”
 So when we finally got Valentine’s Eight costume put together, I was ecstatic. All the pieces are from eBay, and I’m shocked we managed to find that beautiful green coat. The rest consists of a white dress shirt, cream vest and cravat, beige pants, and a pocketwatch she kept trying to shove in her mouth, as per usual.
 As we were driving back from Gallifrey One 2011, I told my husband that the only thing that could make it more epic would be if they announced Paul McGann as one of the guests for 2012. WELP! 
 So with luck, mini McGann here will be able to meet the real deal. And hopefully he will get a chuckle out of her costume.

Honk if you love Paul McGann

"GRAAAAAAAAACE!"

The Eighth Doctor is #3 on my top 3 Doctors I Love list, but a lot of the time I think it’s probably a three way tie between him, 11 and 5. I think the Doctor Who TV movie is ridiculous but I still watch and love it because PAUL MCGANN. Seriously, it’s a valid excuse. Try it. “Why didn’t you do the garbage like I asked you to, honey?” “Because PAUL MCGANN.” “Oh, that makes sense.”

 So when we finally got Valentine’s Eight costume put together, I was ecstatic. All the pieces are from eBay, and I’m shocked we managed to find that beautiful green coat. The rest consists of a white dress shirt, cream vest and cravat, beige pants, and a pocketwatch she kept trying to shove in her mouth, as per usual.

 As we were driving back from Gallifrey One 2011, I told my husband that the only thing that could make it more epic would be if they announced Paul McGann as one of the guests for 2012. WELP!

 So with luck, mini McGann here will be able to meet the real deal. And hopefully he will get a chuckle out of her costume.

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Honk if you love Paul McGann