Maternal Musings

The top 3 topics of conversation for new parents in no particular order are sleeping, eating, and pooping,

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I think Daddy has been feeding him nails!

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I Love Being Your Mom

Dear Austin,

As you grow up and start questioning things, I expect you will  ask if I like being your mom.  Most kids wonder about that at some point.  The answer, my dearest son, is a resounding, heart stopping, earth shaking YES.  More than anything I've ever done, more than any role I've ever played, more than any job I've ever had, I love being your mom.  God created me to be your mom, and he created you to be my son.  I won't be perfect, and I'll make mistakes.  However, I will always love you more than words can ever describe.  And if I had the choice to make again, I would choose to be your mom a thousand times over.

Love always,

Mommy

Maternal Musings

Why, with all the bright, colorful, fully researched, interactive toys within reach, does a baby always want the one thing they can't have?  And how do they know what the one thing they can't have is?

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Ohhhh....puppy!



Better than carrots!

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Crib Notes - Week 32

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Last week I had it kinda tough.  This week was Mommy's week.  She slipped when giving me a bath and hurt her ribs.  I'm sorry it hurt her because I'd really like to see her do it again.  Mommy was in the floor gasping and crying...and it was the funniest thing I've  seen in 7 months!  I was in the bathtub, and I couldn't stop laughing.  Even when Mommy told me I shouldn't laugh at her, I couldn't stop.  I'm really sorry that Mommy was hurt.  She's such a good Mommy, she didn't even let me know.  She still got me out of the bathtub and carried me around.

Papa Shoe calls me a little thief because I steal everyone's heart.  Well, I'm learning how to steal my food and keep it for later.  Mommy gives me cheerios.  They are super hard to pick up and once I get them, I don't always want to let them go.  I palm them and steal them away from my tray.  This week, I got one and held onto it while Mommy changed my clothes and nursed me.  She didn't find it until she changed my diaper!  I even snuck one past Mrs. Fran this week and held onto it until Mommy came to get me!

I'm also learning to use a sippy cup.  I like chewing on my sippy cup, but the whole drinking thing?  I'm still figuring that one out.

I have finally (Mommy's word, not mine) learned to roll over.  I don't know what the rush was, but I decided I was ready.  I can roll from my tummy to my back any time I want to.  I still can't roll from my back to my tummy, but that doesn't bother me.  I don't like being on my tummy, so why would I want to learn to roll that way?  My big brother makes it look easy...

I can also sit up like a big boy...and I should have learned to do that sooner.  I love sitting up.  I can grab at all my toys and help Mommy turn the pages of my book.  "Turn the pages" is the same thing as "chew on the pages," isn't it?  I can sit up without help.  It's good to have Mommy, Daddy, or Mrs. Fran close because sometimes I get a little off balance.  Once this big head starts moving, it's hard to stay upright.

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