A Celebration of Life

One week ago today, we celebrated the life of our beautiful daughter, Kamri Blaire Thomas. It was an overwhelming outpouring of love by many of those that have walked with us on this journey. To all of our friends and family (and we consider even those we had not met before to fall under that category) that were able to be there, thank you. It meant so much that you came to be with us on a very difficult day. To all of our friends and family that were with us and praying from a distance, thank you. Your prayers and thoughts lifted the burden of a very difficult day.

Bulletin Front Cover

We wanted to share some of the pieces of the service with all of you, especially as some of our KamFam wanted so desperately to be there in person and were not able to. The day was beautiful- if we had to do it at all, this is how we would have wanted it to be. From start to finish, Mitch and I both agreed that our daughter could not have been honored in a more beautiful way. Sitting in a Sanctuary full of people who love us and love Kamri, worshipping the God that loves us all beyond measure was the perfect way to celebrate her life.

Bulletin Order of Service

One of the harder parts of the service was the reflections that Mitch and I shared. We had gone back and forth, wondering if we’d be able to do it or not. In the end, we both felt strongly that we had things we wanted to share about our daughter. We had things we wanted to share about how we encountered God in all of this. And we had things we wanted to say to Kamri. With all of these things, we wanted to be the ones to say them. As hard as it was to speak the words, we can look back with no regrets that we fulfilled our roles as her parents (in terms of what that meant to us) every step of the way. Here is the reflection that Mitch gave:

Leslie and I are overwhelmed with the love and support we were shown by you all during this difficult time in our lives. Though we were at our lowest point and still are, having an amazing prayer and support base has kept us going and we are so grateful and thankful for each and every one of you.

I can truly say that for the 23 days that I got to know my beautiful daughter, Kamri Blaire, I never understood just how much love my heart could be filled with. In her condition, she may not have been able to make any noise or even be held by us, but the sole act of seeing Kamri’s beautiful dark blue eyes looking right into mine each day made me feel emotions I never felt before. I was quickly overcome by the greatest sense of being proud and true unconditional love every time I looked at her. Along with that, despite only being able to look at us, I have never experienced so much sass in my life, mainly displayed when I would come in and say good morning and see her eyes open and as soon as I came to greet her, she would close them and act like she was asleep. She was truly my daughter…

The crazy thing in life is that you never really feel or believe a tragedy like this is ever going to happen to you until it slaps right across the face. Within 30 seconds, Leslie and my happiest memory turned into our worst nightmare. Our minds and hearts were filled with such anger and fury towards God and at times we feel as though we are dreaming. It is a process that we will be dealing with for a long time to come and will be taking day by day. 

Despite our daughter’s life being only 23 days long, I am so grateful to have had the opportunity to get to know her and see the peace she felt when her mother and I stood next to her bedside and read to her or sang to her, “You are my sunshine.” Despite the wires, breathing tubes and circuits that our angel was connected to, when we were with Kamri, the only thing I saw was my beautiful daughter and my little fighter that didn’t ask for any of this to happen to her. 

In the midst of our confusion and hurting, I recall a few months ago sharing a devotion with my co-workers about one of my favorite passages in the Bible, Daniel 3. In the story, three young men’s lives are threatened by their king to be thrown into a blazing furnace if they did not choose to bow down and worship the statue he created for himself and forsake their beliefs in their own God. The section of this story that always struck me and amazed me was when they answered the king, “We will not bow down and worship your statue as we believe that our God can save us from your blazing furnace.” That in and of itself shows an immense faith in God and His power. It goes on even further and takes this act of faith to the next level, “but king, even if He does NOT save us, we will not bow down and worship you statue.” The Even if NOT is a phrase that we admire, but never want to have to deal with ourselves. From the moment Kamri was born, Leslie and I found ourselves in the midst of the “Even if NOT” when we heard that it wasn’t looking good for her. 

While I stand here today hurting that I am faced with the reality of not physically having the chance to do some of things that I was so looking forward to from the moment I heard I would be having a little girl; coaching her soccer team, dancing with her at her wedding and having her fall asleep on my chest each night, I stand here and proclaim that we serve a good and loving God that I love with all my heart and that blessed me with the most beautiful daughter I could have ever asked for. I will forever be proud of her fighting spirit, sassy eye looks and her stare that looked right into my soul and pierced me with more love than I could ever imagine. Through this struggle and tragedy, I have not lost my daughter, but she just has the blessing of stepping into the presence of our Lord and Saviour first and we will see each other again. I love you Kamri Blaire, you will always be daddy’s sweet girl. 

Here is the reflection that I gave:

Good afternoon. I would like to echo Mitch’s thank yous to each and every one of you for being here today to celebrate the life of our daughter, Kamri Blaire Thomas. To our family that has waded with us into the hardest season we have and ever hope to experience, who has been there for each and every up and down and loved, prayed over, and walked with us through it all… thank you. To the brilliantly talented, dedicated, and loving medical staff we’ve been blessed with at every stage of this process, thank you. One of the hardest things in the world is to leave your baby behind every night, not knowing what the next day will hold for her. We have been blessed with people that have not only cared for and loved our daughter like we do, but have cared for and loved us along the way too. You will never know the impact you have had on our lives and for all of that, we thank you. Finally, to every single one of you- both those we know and have met in person and those who have adopted our little family as part of your own, despite never having met us- to all of you who have walked with us through the most life-changing experience we will ever have, thank you. Your prayers carried us. Your kind words lifted us. Your dedication to our family has humbled us. We have read every single comment, update share, message, email, and card that has been sent. We have been in the biggest battle of our lives, but God equipped us with the most beautiful army of support. All of you make up what we have lovingly called the KamFam and we will never be able to put into words how much we love and appreciate you all. From the bottom of our hearts, thank you.

Kamri Blaire Thomas was born on Wednesday, December 28th at 4:41pm… simultaneously the most beautiful and terrifying day of our lives. We had always said that she’d give us a run for our money and boy, did she deliver. You all probably know from our daily updates the physical battles that Kamri was up against from day one. What I’d like to talk about instead are some of the things we grew to love about Kamri as we got to know her and some of the things she taught us in her short life, here on earth.

Kamri was the most loving, attentive girl I’ve ever met. And although I know we’re biased, I have never in my life met a more beautiful baby. Some of our favorite things about Kamri were her mowhawk and bow combinations, the way she would squeeze your finger with her little hand, and one of the best… her scrunchy face. Because of the tube between her vocal cords, we never got to hear her cry, but she would pretty clearly commuincate when she was angry or uncomfortable or just plain “over it” by furrowing her brow and scrunching up her whole face. As Mitch already said, there was no shortage of sass with our girl and we’d have her no other way.

By far, the most amazing interactions we had with Kamri was  the way she would look at us. Kamri had this way of staring right at you so that you felt as though you were the only one in the room. This is the biggest lesson that I learned from my daughter. So often, when we look at people, we try and look anywhere but into their eyes. Kamri taught me what it feels like to really be seen by someone because she never looked anywhere but. She was the best listener I’ve ever met. For the first time, I learned what it means to look at someone the way God looks at them. I will never forget that, Kam, thank you.

In the midst of all of this, we have learned about and experienced God so deeply. There has been a lot of hurt, anger, questioning, and deep, deep sadness. There has also been moments of peace, comfort, hope, and deep, deep love. We saw God at work all throughout this journey and although we would never wish this experience on anyone else or ever choose it again for ourselves, we know that God has been at work. We’ve always prayed that God would use our marriage, our ministries, and our family for His purposes. Never in a million years did we think that He would use our daughter to unite thousands in prayer and lead hundreds to Christ. In our darkest moments, the light of Christ still shines.

In the last hour of Kamri’s life, we stormed the gates of heaven for a miracle. We wake up every day to realize that we still live in the nightmare that our daughter is no longer here with us. It would be easy to say that God turned His back and withheld his miracles, but that’s just not true. Kamri’s whole life is a miracle. She should never have survived the helicopter ride from Chester County Hospital to CHOP. She should never have revived after her heart stopped the night she arrived at CHOP, never should have made it long enough to be put on ECMO. After studying her lung biopsy, the doctors said they were surprised she was even alive, let alone survived for the 23 days she did. When we removed her from ECMO that last night, she lived and breathed on her own for a full 25 minutes. God was with Kamri from day one and the biggest miracle of all? He used her to bring thousands of people closer to Him and then allowed her to come home into the arms of Jesus for eternity. Make no mistake… God’s miracles are still alive and abundant. 

One of the things that Mitch and I got into the habit of doing (and we don’t quite know how it started) was listening to John Denver’s “Take Me Home, Country Roads” most nights on the way back to my brother’s house after a long day at CHOP. We always said that this would be the song we’d bring Kamri home to when her journey at CHOP was over. During her last hour on earth, we have a sweet, sweet memory of our whole family singing along to this song as Kamri slept in Mitch’s arms. It’s hard to think that we never got to bring her home, but the knowledge that God brought Kamri home for good to the loving arms of Jesus on roads made of gold makes our hearts happy, or at least at peace. She is at home with our Savior and because of the hope we have in Christ, we know that someday, we’ll get to spend eternity with her when we come home too.

Kamri Blaire, my sweet, sweet girl. I will love you forever. I will never forget the way you looked at me, never forget the way you squeezed my hand, never forget your beautiful head of hair. You have taught me so much. It has been an honor being your mom and although I would give anything in this world to hold you, kiss you, and watch you grow up, I know that you are in the most perfect place and that someday, we will get to be with you forever. I can’t wait. For now, I’ll just say the same thing that I’ve said to you every night since we met. Hi, my little love. Mommy’s right here. Daddy’s right here. I am so proud of you. I think you’re so brave and you’re so strong and you’re so kind and you’re so smart and you’re so important and you are so, so loved. Mommy loves you. Daddy loves you. And Jesus loves you so much. Out of all the little Kamri’s in the world, I’m so glad you’re mine. I love you, sweet girl. 

After the reflections, a video of “Kamri’s Story” played… we are so thankful to my brother for creating such a beautiful keepsake of our baby. We know that it was not easy for him (just like our entire family, he is grieving the loss of Kamri too) to interact so closely with the photos and footage, but his act of love means that we get to share our girl with so many people. Here is the video that played during the service:

My Aunt Jennie, who married us over three years ago and baptized Kamri on the day she passed away, gave the sermon. It was beautiful and filled with remembrance for Kamri and the hope we have in Christ in all of this. We were blessed by her words. Family friends of ours, who also did the music for our wedding, led us in worship during the service. It was stunning. To hear hundreds of people who love Kamri singing praises to God is something we will never forget.

Bulletin Scripture and Prayer

The service ended with one of the most beautiful and memorable moments… one that we will cherish forever. For the Postlude, we chose “Take Me Home, Country Roads”. Normally, the family exits the Sanctuary during the Postlude, but Mitch and I wanted to stay. We wanted to sit and sing the song that walked us through this journey. In her benediction, Aunt Jennie encouraged, as per our request, that everyone sing along. In a moment of brilliance, my brothers turned on the camera and propped it up against the piano in front of their pew. As a result, we have a video of the magic that happened in that moment, a snapshot of the love that was shared during that song.

We never could have pictured a better way to honor Kamri. We never could have pictured a more beautiful way to say, “We love you, sweet girl, and we can’t wait to see you again soon”.

Bulletin KamFam Thank You

Kamri Blaire Thomas

Mitch and I are so blessed to be able share that our daughter, Kamri Blaire Thomas, was born on Wednesday, December 28, 2016 at 4:41pm. She is the most beautiful little girl with dark brown hair, dark eyes (so far!), and a tiny 6.5 ish pound body and everything we ever dreamed of. We could not love her more.

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Kamri was born via C-Section at Chester County Hospital and due to her critical condition, was rushed by helicopter to CHOP (Children’s Hospital of Philadelphia) where she has been under intensive care ever since. We have been so blessed by the thousands of people who have added Kamri to their prayers, the prayer chains that have formed to support us, and the many, many encouraging words that have been shared. We could not do this without you and cannot express how thankful we are that so many people have committed to advocating for the life of our daughter. If you are looking for Kamri’s daily updates on her progress, you can find them all in one place by clicking HERE.

Our Wedding Video

Happy WEDDING WEEK! Glad you’re here to help us close out this year’s par-tay! Today is an exceptionally exciting day because we’re showing you the big montage. The footage from the vault, so to speak. Our wedding video!

Ok, here’s the skinny on the vid. My brothers own a media company, based out of Philadelphia. It’s called Philamedia. Makes sense, huh? They do great work- photography, videography, music production, the whole nine yards. Awhile back, I think this was before Philamedia even officially existed, I had asked Beau if he had a friend that would come and shoot some footage of the wedding day. Enter Justin. Justin hung out with us all day and took videos… pretty much for free. Out of the goodness of his heart.

Beau then took all of the footage and began to piece it all together. He’s been chipping away at it in his spare moments between all the work for his actual real clients that pay him. :) What a huge blessing it is to have friends and family that took their own personal time to make a wedding video for us. We actually just saw it put together for the first time the other day and I have to say- it’s kind of fun to have gotten the finished product after all of the wedding dust had settled. It’s like watching a really good memory and getting to look in on so many glimpses of the day- things that we remember and things that we never got to see the day of.

Thank you so much Philamedia… we are so grateful to have such a beautiful reminder of the day.

 

Or For Worse

For better or for worse. We had a “for worse” last night.

I had a completely different post scheduled for today, but something happened last night that I haven’t been able to stop my mind from thinking about, my soul from processing, and my heart from reeling from.

Yesterday was a normal-ish one for us. Mitch and I carpooled to work together, him dropping me off and then going on with his day. I had a day trip to a water park with our students. We had a blast, playing in the water and in the hot sun all day… they loved it, as they usually do this trip. Returning back to the church at the end of the day, Mitch was waiting for me and together we drove home after I wrapped up a few last emails that needed sending. Plans of grabbing Subway on the ride home and taking it back to the house to sit, eat, and catch up on a few television shows kept us encouraged on the long drive home, knowing that our day could finally stop and we could finally unwind and relax. I took a nap on the drive; I’m tired all of the time anymore and long days like this one are proving hard, sometimes making me so tired I feel sick.

Back home, the house seems more familiar now, something I’ve been struggling with lately. The evolution of house to home is a slow fade, but these days mark days of progress. The house is cool, a respite from the hot air outside, some mail on the table, a handful of dishes in the sink, waiting to be washed, the faint, pretty smell of a Glade air freshener I’d bought the other day wafting around, and the couch inviting.

Baby Thomas

Our night is pretty well summed up in that picture above. Relaxing, eating, waiting for baby kicks. Unwinding. Sooner or later, bedtime came and Mitch went off to take a shower. I stayed on the couch, mustering up the energy to get up and begin the process of getting ready for bed. And then the sensation that I have grown to dread, and sometimes to fear, came over me. The one where everything I have worked for that day, all the energy I’ve spent, and all that I’ve digested wants to revolt. I know this feeling well at this point. There’s only so much I can do once it’s here and it usually always ends with me submitting to the physical weakness of my body and sprinting for the bathroom.

This time felt different, though. I dashed for the closest option, but for the first time, my body gave out before I expected. I only (just barely) made it to the sink. The sink full of dishes, full of to-do’s, full of home-making in the process. The kitchen that we’ve been cooking our first meals in our new home in. Next to the kitchen table that still wobbles a little because the legs need tightening, but holds so many memories of friends and family. My body recoils against the sink and any last remnants of control I have disappear as the sickness washes over and through me in harsh waves, one after another.

Tears start to fall as I gasp for breath and panic sets in because as I take in my situation, I realize… I need help. Usually, I can work through it, flush it all away, brush my teeth, and move on. But not this time. For some reason, this time I am helpless.

I called out to Mitch, who had been showering down the hall. I think he recognizes the desperation in my voice because the intensity in response, “Hang on, I’ll be right there!”, jars me back to what is happening. And then, for the first time in all of this… and maybe in all of our marriage… my body is filled with shame. Embarrassment, yes, and I’ve surely been embarrassed in front of Mitch before. But I’m learning that while embarrassment and shame are neighbors, they are completely different. Embarrassment is “what I’ve done”, while shame is “who I am”. And in this moment, I saw myself.

I am putrid. I am dirty. I am covered. I am the culprit of this mess. I am weak. And I was filled with shame, knowing that Mitch would soon walk into the room and see me as vile as I saw myself. Tears turned to sobbing, as I leaned against the counter, listening to Mitch jump out of the shower and run down the hall.

I remember saying, “Don’t come over here!”

“I don’t want you to see it.”

He did, of course, and said, “Step back. Come this way. I will clean it. Don’t worry about it, I will clean it.”

And, oh, I fought. “No! No, I don’t want you to clean it!”. The shame and humiliation coarsed through my body; all I wanted to do was prevent the man I love most in the world from having to enter into my darkest, most ill-inviting space.

But Mitch fought too, at one point sternly taking control of the situation, “Leslie, don’t argue with me. I need you to step back, I will deal with this.” He walked me back to the bathroom and the sickness came again, this time mostly out of disgust for myself and what I knew Mitch was about to deal with. I got into the shower as he grabbed the yellow latex gloves from under the sink and headed back to the kitchen. The shower was warm, but my tears were hot and burned my face as they continued to fall.

It was then that I realized the depth of unconditional love. And in that moment, Mitch taught me something about Jesus that I never saw before. My sickness was just plain vile and as I watched Mitch march right through the bathroom door into the thick of it, I realized that my sin is just as crude, just as dark, just as putrid.

And yet… without a question, Jesus steps right into it and says, “Step back, don’t worry about it, I will clean it.”. I think I often gloss over the nature of sin. Yes, it’s a word. But I saw the pure ugliness of it as I watched our sink, our home fill with the worst parts of me.

And yet…

I tried to hide it, tried to protect Mitch from it. I tried to deal with it on my own. “I don’t want you to see it” were the exact words out of my mouth. It was too putrid, dirty, weak. And yet.

“If you step back, I will deal with this.” What an invitation.

I showered myself clean, all the while hearing Mitch clean up the sink and floor and then the clink of dishes, meaning he just went ahead and washed the pile that had been sitting there, waiting, too. I cried myself to sleep that night as Mitch rubbed my back. These tears were different, though. Tears of deep humility, reveling in the fact that I am deeply, deeply loved. By my husband who waded through the worst of me. But also, by Jesus, who did the same and did it first. When we realize how deeply we are loved, it is life changing. It is humbling. It is heartbreaking, in the best way possible.

Mitch, I have always said that God brought you to me because He knew I needed you. I have always said that you are continuously teaching me. But on this completely normal-ish Tuesday night in July, you really changed my life. I know Jesus a little bit better because of you. Because you chose to love as Jesus loves. And I’m not sure that you realize it, but I can tell that my heart feels different. “Thank you” doesn’t quite cover it, but I think you know. Or at least, I hope you do.

And I pray that you may have power to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.” (Ephesians 3:18-19)

Baby Babble

So, wow. A few weeks ago, we dropped the Baby bomb and have been so overwhelmed by the amount of excitement, love, and support you all have shown. And questions! So many questions! We figured the best way to answer them all was to, well, answer them all. :) To the best of our ability… so, here we go! The low-down on Baby Thomas… plus, a few baby pictures of Mitch and I to keep things interesting. See if you can guess who is who! I’ll give you a hint… I was born with a FULL head of jet black hair. 😉
Baby Thomas

What a cute birth announcement picture! Who took it? Thank you! My brother, Beau, took it. He does great work (yes, we’re biased) and was happy to live into his first job as an uncle. We decided to do it down at the bay, as that’s such a special place for us (our Engagement pictures were taken there and we were married there)… plus a little pair of flip flops pretty accurately illustrates a lot of what we love as a family.

We knew it! This is why you moved, right? Wellllll…. not really. We knew that eventually we would want to start a family and that our cozy two-bedroom town home would not lend itself to such an expansion for very long. However, we did not buy the house knowing we were pregnant. In fact, we didn’t even find out until a week after everything was signed and paid for!

When is the baby due? Baby T’s official due date is December 20th… so yes, we may have a Christmas baby on our hands. :) If I’m being honest, I’d love to deliver on the early side and get as far away from the big day as possible, buuuuuuttttt… that’s all up to God.

Mitch Baby Picture

Will you find out if it’s a boy or a girl? Do you have a preference? We will definitely be finding out! As I’ve told people, I’m not made for that kind of anticipation. :) In terms of preferences, Mitch would love LOVE a little girl. I go back and forth… growing up, I always wanted a big brother, so some days I really want a boy first. But then again, I really want to have a girl at some point, so other days I think I want a girl. The reality of it is, as long as we have a healthy baby, we’ll be tickled pink. Or blue. :)

Will you tell people when you find out? Will there be a gender reveal party? We think we’ll tell people either at or after the shower, but definitely before the baby is born. In terms of a gender reveal party… I’m not really sure! We’ll probably want to tell everyone in a fun and clever way and if we do it at the shower, I guess that kind of counts as a “gender reveal party”. I have this wild idea about a baby shower… how fun would it be to have one giant party (almost like a block party) where all of our friends and family are invited- men, women, and children- and it’s just an all-day, come-and-go-as-you-like party? I’m thinking lawn games, tons of food, and maybe even a dance party at night… that just sounds like a blast!

Leslie Baby Picture

How far along are you? As of this past Tuesday, I am officially 15 weeks. Little Sputnik (as my brother lovingly referred to it tonight) is the size of an orange!

Are you showing yet? Yep! As I’m on the shorter/smaller side, any extra weight is pretty evident and there is definitely a baby bump in the works! Some days, it’s pretty subtle and others I feel like I could explode… which, in all fairness, could also have something to do with what I’ve eaten that day. 😉

Have you had any pregnancy symptoms? Oh goodness, YES. As soon as week 6 hit, so did the morning sickness. Except that my “morning” sickness goes on morning, noon, and night! It’s been really bad. There were some days I couldn’t even make it out of bed and into work and for a few weeks, I was having such a hard time keeping fluids down that my body got really dehydrated and I started getting severe headaches. Thankfully, now that I’m beginning the second trimester, the sickness seems to have subsided and I’m slowly feeling back to normal. I do notice that when I’m over tired or have not eaten properly, I end up getting sick.

Mitch Baby Picture (1)

In what ways are you tracking the pregnancy? Apps? Bump pictures? We’ve been following two apps each week… Baby Bump and What to Expect. My favorite part about each is that they tell you what size the baby is that particular week and the WTE app has a video filled with pictures and information for each week too. Admittedly, I’ve been pretty awful about taking bump progression photos… we have one back at 4 weeks and another at 14 weeks, but other than that I keep forgetting! I think that because I was so sick for most of the pregnancy so far, I wasn’t really feeling up to doing much of anything.

How did you tell Mitch? I surprised him by making him think we were making a video for our YouTube channel… conveniently, I was able to get it on camera without him suspecting a thing! Stay tuned because we’ll be posting that video on here NEXT WEEK!

Leslie Baby Picture (2)

How and when did you tell your families? We told our families around week 8, which also happened to be around Mother’s Day. It was so fun and special surprising everyone and we got most of their reactions on film, so at some point we’ll edit it all together and show that to you as well. :)

Do you have any name ideas? Will you share the baby’s name before he or she is born? We have a few names we like… girl names are easier for us than boy names for some reason. We will not be sharing the name until the baby is born, so that will be one surprise we’ll keep to ourselves until the very end.

Are you still going to work? That’s the plan!

Mitch Baby Picture (2)

Is this the reason you haven’t been blogging as much lately? To be honest, yes. It’s been a long haul of getting acclimated to a brand new house that is starting to feel like ours, but still has a long way to go. Just one week after we bought the house, we found out we were pregnant and two weeks after that, I started getting really sick. Pregnancy sickness is no joke. Depending on how bad you get it, it can make you feel like a completely different person. Most days, I could barely find the energy to get up and get myself to work and back, let alone do much else. All progress on the house came to a screeching halt (Mitch’s schedule does not give him much time to be making much headway just on his own) and anything to do with general house maintenance/cooking/cleaning/etc., Mitch took over. I found that I couldn’t even think about blog or channel stuff… it was like my body didn’t even have it in me to do the things I normally really enjoy doing. That was really hard. I am just now feeling like I am slowly getting back to normal… I’m beginning to be interested in house stuff again (just picked a color for the bathroom!), I can do dishes and cook without feeling sick to my stomach, and I’m slowly feeling inspired again to post on the blog and channel. Baby steps (pun intended). :)

Have you started the nursery yet? Nope. We’re still trying to make up all of the time we lost during the period of sickness in getting the rest of the house livable. Also, once we know the gender, that’ll make it easier to come up with a clear plan and direction for the nursery. We do know which room it’ll be though… the smallest bedroom off the hallway to the right is the one!

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So there you have it! The low-down on all things Baby Thomas… and after looking back through Mitch and my baby pictures, I think the verdict is still out on if the bambino will end up with blonde or black hair! Your guess is as good as ours. :)