Our little cutie has started laughing. Heartily laughing.
Katherine figured it out one day when trying to do cartwheels and handstands in the living room. Her legs smacking the floor was very amusing to Brandon, so naturally, we got out the camera and had her do as many as she could stand.
...She can laugh at the days to come. Proverbs 31:25 NIV
Monday, October 10
Saturday, October 8
The joys of having boys
I remember when I found out our first child was going to be a girl. I cried. It never crossed my mind I could be good at being a "girl mommy." I had/still have no fashion sense. Wasn't any good at doing hair. Never had a graceful bone in my body and had to/still have to work real hard at being "lady like."
Luckily, Katherine made getting in touch with my "pink side" really easy and enjoyable. Her love of girly things became my new love and I started to truly enjoy the joys of being a girl.
Then, we found out Nathan was coming. For some reason, preparing mentally for a boy just came natural to me.
Today, Nathan, Brandon and I got the chance to bond and I tapped into my inner growl.
Nathan, who will be 3 next week, got a GraveDigger Monster Truck for his birthday, that jumps over other cars. Daddy got to play with the BDay present last night, so today was my turn.
Boy toys are pretty fun. Something about the planning, designing and engineering involved is enjoyable for me.
Nathan was a great sport. I think he was thrilled I was on the floor playing with him so he was eager to get up and down many times so this aging momma didn't have to so much.
We decided to test GraveDigger's ability to jump over objects in the hallway. Nathan was Chief Setup Engineer. It was his job to select the vehicles to be jumped and set them up in the hallway.
I was the Design Engineer. It was my job to test GraveDigger and see how far down the hall it traveled before it jumped, then relay that information to the Chief Setup Engineer for correct placement.
I think all Engineers should wear plaid pants with their diapers peeking out the top.
Iwas also given humbly took on the job of
photographer. To catch GraveDigger in action, you know? And my what a
tough job that was with one hand.
One of the misses.
Oops!
Check out his excitement. He's cheering for his ole' mom.
One aspect of raising boys I wasn't fully prepared for was how randomly disgusting they can be. I know, I know, boys are dirtier, more gross and disgusting. I knew all that. But I was more prepared for events like dead snakes being brought to the unsuspecting mom standing in the kitchen, or dirt in places I didn't think was possible, or issues with personal hygiene. All the typical grossness that comes from having boys. But I was NOT prepared for this.
Not sure what that is? That is a little boy upset that his mother is taking a picture of his handiwork on the car window. The story goes a little something like this...
As mom is driving and looking forward.
Nathan: Mom, I doan like havin' a cold. It's yucky.
Mom: I know big guy. Colds are yucky. That's why me and Daddy are always asking you to wash your hands.
(Had to get the mom advice mixed in with the sympathy I thought he was looking for)
Silence
Nathan: Mom, I sink I need to bwoah my nose.
Mom: Ok, if you'll hold on I'll get you a tissue. Let me get it out for you.
Rummaging through the console maybe took a whopping 10 seconds.
Nathan: Oh, nevehmind Mom. I don need de tissue. I all done.
Mom: Well, I got you a tissue anyway. Why don't you just hold it for the next time you need to blow your nose. Did you have any boogies in there you needed to get out?
Nathan: Yep, they'we out.
Mom: They're out? Where are they?
Nathan: Here.
Thank goodness I was pulling into the driveway because I'm pretty sure I would have caused a wreck if I wasn't.
Home boy didn't need a tissue, nor did he even need a shirt, his pants or a sock. He found the closest item to wipe it on that wouldn't mess up his wardrobe but would also leave some neat designs to admire.
Yes folks. In that picture, right next to my son that successfully grossed me out that day, is the handiwork he artfully created on his car window. With his boogers.
Let me reiterate, I was NOT ready for this type of grossness.
One more thing I was NOT ready for was little boys' fascination with poop. I figured they'd want to talk about it, compare notes with each other or even attempt to gas out the house, but NEVER did it ever cross my mind he might want to touch it. Hence the stakeout location I've secured when there is a #2 coming on. The other two children will have to take care of themselves because frankly, I'm in there for health and sanitation purposes. I shudder to think of what he's accomplished the days I wasn't in there to monitor him.
And on most days, he likes his momma.
Luckily, Katherine made getting in touch with my "pink side" really easy and enjoyable. Her love of girly things became my new love and I started to truly enjoy the joys of being a girl.
Then, we found out Nathan was coming. For some reason, preparing mentally for a boy just came natural to me.
Today, Nathan, Brandon and I got the chance to bond and I tapped into my inner growl.
Nathan, who will be 3 next week, got a GraveDigger Monster Truck for his birthday, that jumps over other cars. Daddy got to play with the BDay present last night, so today was my turn.
Boy toys are pretty fun. Something about the planning, designing and engineering involved is enjoyable for me.
Nathan was a great sport. I think he was thrilled I was on the floor playing with him so he was eager to get up and down many times so this aging momma didn't have to so much.
We decided to test GraveDigger's ability to jump over objects in the hallway. Nathan was Chief Setup Engineer. It was his job to select the vehicles to be jumped and set them up in the hallway.
I was the Design Engineer. It was my job to test GraveDigger and see how far down the hall it traveled before it jumped, then relay that information to the Chief Setup Engineer for correct placement.
I think all Engineers should wear plaid pants with their diapers peeking out the top.
I
One of the misses.
Oops!
Some of the hits!
Check out his excitement. He's cheering for his ole' mom.
Finally, he resorted to manually jumping over them with his trusty SnakeBite Monster Truck.
And Brandon, he was taking notes on how to effectively jump a Monster Truck over a train, trailer and ramp piece. He was also working on his ladykiller mohawk. Hard work.
One aspect of raising boys I wasn't fully prepared for was how randomly disgusting they can be. I know, I know, boys are dirtier, more gross and disgusting. I knew all that. But I was more prepared for events like dead snakes being brought to the unsuspecting mom standing in the kitchen, or dirt in places I didn't think was possible, or issues with personal hygiene. All the typical grossness that comes from having boys. But I was NOT prepared for this.
Not sure what that is? That is a little boy upset that his mother is taking a picture of his handiwork on the car window. The story goes a little something like this...
As mom is driving and looking forward.
Nathan: Mom, I doan like havin' a cold. It's yucky.
Mom: I know big guy. Colds are yucky. That's why me and Daddy are always asking you to wash your hands.
(Had to get the mom advice mixed in with the sympathy I thought he was looking for)
Silence
Nathan: Mom, I sink I need to bwoah my nose.
Mom: Ok, if you'll hold on I'll get you a tissue. Let me get it out for you.
Rummaging through the console maybe took a whopping 10 seconds.
Nathan: Oh, nevehmind Mom. I don need de tissue. I all done.
Mom: Well, I got you a tissue anyway. Why don't you just hold it for the next time you need to blow your nose. Did you have any boogies in there you needed to get out?
Nathan: Yep, they'we out.
Mom: They're out? Where are they?
Nathan: Here.
Thank goodness I was pulling into the driveway because I'm pretty sure I would have caused a wreck if I wasn't.
Home boy didn't need a tissue, nor did he even need a shirt, his pants or a sock. He found the closest item to wipe it on that wouldn't mess up his wardrobe but would also leave some neat designs to admire.
Yes folks. In that picture, right next to my son that successfully grossed me out that day, is the handiwork he artfully created on his car window. With his boogers.
Let me reiterate, I was NOT ready for this type of grossness.
One more thing I was NOT ready for was little boys' fascination with poop. I figured they'd want to talk about it, compare notes with each other or even attempt to gas out the house, but NEVER did it ever cross my mind he might want to touch it. Hence the stakeout location I've secured when there is a #2 coming on. The other two children will have to take care of themselves because frankly, I'm in there for health and sanitation purposes. I shudder to think of what he's accomplished the days I wasn't in there to monitor him.
What a sweet little boy he is, though. He loves his family, including the cat.
And his mind is a sponge soaking up everything related to daddy that there could possibly be.
And on most days, he likes his momma.
Friday, October 7
Differences
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Wednesday, October 5
Why me and song lyrics never really got along
Tonight, something happened that Jim thought was totally blog-worthy, so here goes.
May God have mercy on my naive, innocent and totally uncool soul. I'm done, toast, lost forever in the universe of grasping for any shreds of coolness that might be left.
Upon reading this, many of my close friends will most likely roll their eyes because this behavior of mine has been around forever, but to others, it will be frighten-ly eye-opening.
While Jim was flipping through the channels tonight (he switches the channels so fast the lights from the TV flicker like a strobe light), he stopped on VH1 and the Snoop Dogg song "Drop it like it's hot" was playing. I listened for a while, thought back to when that song first came out and very innocently asked, "What does 'Drop it like it's hot' mean?"
Jim very calmly said, "I don't know, what do you think it means?"
Well, I naively believed him and innocently started offering my suggestions for the phrase's meaning. I offered everything from "suggestive" to practical definitions, which were all met with crazy wake-the-baby laughter.
After much prodding, he still didn't give me a good explanation to the phrase's meaning, probably because he was enjoying the many WASP-y options I was coming up with, so I got out the trusty Google search page and looked it up myself.
How uncool am I for having to look up the meaning to a rap song?
How uncool am I for reading the lyrics out loud in my white-girl-pronouncing-the-slang-just-perfectly voice?
Well, after browsing the Yahoo answers and Urban dictionary websites, I came to a conclusion I felt comfortable with and now I officially feel like a complete nincompoop for getting my kids to sing "Drop it like it's hot."
So am I the only goober out there that didn't know what that meant?
That wasn't enough for me. Somehow the song, "I'm down with OPP" showed up on these websites I was browsing through looking for answers to dropping whatever like it's hot, even though I never understood why someone would want to hold something when it was super hot anyway. And I chuckled at the definition of OPP.
I swear I wouldn't have believed Jim knew the definition unless he didn't blurt out the answer or even glanced at the website, but he did know it.
"How did you know that?", enter in more laughter. I just didn't understand what was so funny or how he would know what OPP stood for. So I kept browsing and started listening to the music video.
I swear, lawdy lawdy, people out there are nuts (enter in what I'll sound like as an 80-year-old). Why in the world would that be okay? Don't know what OPP means? Look it up. I'll not be responsible for spreading that filth.
What is so frightening (or hilarious if you're my husband or one of my friends that truly knows me) is that I would sing the chorus AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS back in high school. Why? Because that was the only part of the song I understood and could sing. But what a complete dingaling I must have looked like for singing that I was down with OPP. I swear.
I'm sorry, it never dawned on me that #1 that philosophy would be okay for other people out there, and #2 they would write a song about it and #3 I might be singing the words to a chorus that has a completely different meaning that has ever come within 50 feet of my subconscience.
So on top of Jim laughing hysterically that I didn't know the meaning to "Drop it like it's hot", nor did I know what OPP stood for, I then became very determined to figure out how Jim knew what OPP stood for so I listened INTENTLY to the video and I'll be fushizzled that the definition is spelled out right there in the song. It took MUCH concentration and I still didn't hear but about every other word but I heard it.
Jim's hysterical laughter then reminded me back in the day, singing at the top of my lungs, "I'm down with OPP, Yeah you know me!" Singing loud and proud girlfriend, because it was the only part of the song that I knew the words to, so that meant I had to sing them even louder. 'Cause I was singing my heart out, doing a little Jersey Shore fist-pumping for emphasis, looking cool of course. And every single person who saw me either thought that I was "down" because I was into that type of lifesyle or they knew the REAL Kel that was so bloody naive she had no idea what the words meant, she was just glad she knew some of the words.
No wonder I would sing the song by Patty Loveless wrong. It's "What part of No don't you understand?" and I would sing, "What part of Love don't you understand?" Loud. At the top of my lungs. Like I was Patty Loveless myself, on my world tour, riding in the front seat of my cousin's truck with the windows rolled down, wind blowing through my hair. Until my cousin would crinkle her eyebrows, turn the radio down, look at me confused and ask, "What are you singing?"
Kind of like when I was a huge Whitney Houston fan. I would pop that cassette tape in my player, put my permed hair in a scrunchy, grab a microphone prop and sing at the top of my lungs, "In a shopping mall, love will do. Hoo hoo." And then would find out years later that the real words were, "Ain't it shocking what love can do. Hoo hoo."
It's bad, I know.
It's really bad.
I'm starting to see iceberg-size chunks of "cool" being ripped away from my outer shell and I can't do a flaming thing about it. I have no chance at recovering. My only hope is saving the shredded pieces that are still left.
There's no telling what I've taught my kids to sing all the while not having a CLUE that it might have a crypted meaning.
So here's your fair warning: Steer clear of me when a good song comes on the radio and I start singing. There's a good chance I've unbeknownst created new lyrics. But do me a favor, find creative ways to teach me the correct lyrics without totally ripping the rug out from underneath my fragile lyrically-challenged existence.
May God have mercy on my naive, innocent and totally uncool soul. I'm done, toast, lost forever in the universe of grasping for any shreds of coolness that might be left.
Upon reading this, many of my close friends will most likely roll their eyes because this behavior of mine has been around forever, but to others, it will be frighten-ly eye-opening.
While Jim was flipping through the channels tonight (he switches the channels so fast the lights from the TV flicker like a strobe light), he stopped on VH1 and the Snoop Dogg song "Drop it like it's hot" was playing. I listened for a while, thought back to when that song first came out and very innocently asked, "What does 'Drop it like it's hot' mean?"
Jim very calmly said, "I don't know, what do you think it means?"
Well, I naively believed him and innocently started offering my suggestions for the phrase's meaning. I offered everything from "suggestive" to practical definitions, which were all met with crazy wake-the-baby laughter.
After much prodding, he still didn't give me a good explanation to the phrase's meaning, probably because he was enjoying the many WASP-y options I was coming up with, so I got out the trusty Google search page and looked it up myself.
How uncool am I for having to look up the meaning to a rap song?
How uncool am I for reading the lyrics out loud in my white-girl-pronouncing-the-slang-just-perfectly voice?
Well, after browsing the Yahoo answers and Urban dictionary websites, I came to a conclusion I felt comfortable with and now I officially feel like a complete nincompoop for getting my kids to sing "Drop it like it's hot."
So am I the only goober out there that didn't know what that meant?
That wasn't enough for me. Somehow the song, "I'm down with OPP" showed up on these websites I was browsing through looking for answers to dropping whatever like it's hot, even though I never understood why someone would want to hold something when it was super hot anyway. And I chuckled at the definition of OPP.
I swear I wouldn't have believed Jim knew the definition unless he didn't blurt out the answer or even glanced at the website, but he did know it.
"How did you know that?", enter in more laughter. I just didn't understand what was so funny or how he would know what OPP stood for. So I kept browsing and started listening to the music video.
I swear, lawdy lawdy, people out there are nuts (enter in what I'll sound like as an 80-year-old). Why in the world would that be okay? Don't know what OPP means? Look it up. I'll not be responsible for spreading that filth.
What is so frightening (or hilarious if you're my husband or one of my friends that truly knows me) is that I would sing the chorus AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS back in high school. Why? Because that was the only part of the song I understood and could sing. But what a complete dingaling I must have looked like for singing that I was down with OPP. I swear.
I'm sorry, it never dawned on me that #1 that philosophy would be okay for other people out there, and #2 they would write a song about it and #3 I might be singing the words to a chorus that has a completely different meaning that has ever come within 50 feet of my subconscience.
So on top of Jim laughing hysterically that I didn't know the meaning to "Drop it like it's hot", nor did I know what OPP stood for, I then became very determined to figure out how Jim knew what OPP stood for so I listened INTENTLY to the video and I'll be fushizzled that the definition is spelled out right there in the song. It took MUCH concentration and I still didn't hear but about every other word but I heard it.
Jim's hysterical laughter then reminded me back in the day, singing at the top of my lungs, "I'm down with OPP, Yeah you know me!" Singing loud and proud girlfriend, because it was the only part of the song that I knew the words to, so that meant I had to sing them even louder. 'Cause I was singing my heart out, doing a little Jersey Shore fist-pumping for emphasis, looking cool of course. And every single person who saw me either thought that I was "down" because I was into that type of lifesyle or they knew the REAL Kel that was so bloody naive she had no idea what the words meant, she was just glad she knew some of the words.
No wonder I would sing the song by Patty Loveless wrong. It's "What part of No don't you understand?" and I would sing, "What part of Love don't you understand?" Loud. At the top of my lungs. Like I was Patty Loveless myself, on my world tour, riding in the front seat of my cousin's truck with the windows rolled down, wind blowing through my hair. Until my cousin would crinkle her eyebrows, turn the radio down, look at me confused and ask, "What are you singing?"
Kind of like when I was a huge Whitney Houston fan. I would pop that cassette tape in my player, put my permed hair in a scrunchy, grab a microphone prop and sing at the top of my lungs, "In a shopping mall, love will do. Hoo hoo." And then would find out years later that the real words were, "Ain't it shocking what love can do. Hoo hoo."
It's bad, I know.
It's really bad.
I'm starting to see iceberg-size chunks of "cool" being ripped away from my outer shell and I can't do a flaming thing about it. I have no chance at recovering. My only hope is saving the shredded pieces that are still left.
There's no telling what I've taught my kids to sing all the while not having a CLUE that it might have a crypted meaning.
So here's your fair warning: Steer clear of me when a good song comes on the radio and I start singing. There's a good chance I've unbeknownst created new lyrics. But do me a favor, find creative ways to teach me the correct lyrics without totally ripping the rug out from underneath my fragile lyrically-challenged existence.
Sunday, September 11
Heaven-sent
I've told all three of our little precious babies that before they came out of my tummy, they were up in heaven playing with the angels. So, it's fun to hear what they have to say before speech capabilities and even afterwards when I ask them about what they used to do when they lived up there.
Here's Brandon's take on it:
Here's Brandon's take on it:
Did you know the fan could be so interesting? It is mesmerizing.
Fingers, yum!
Mommy can be funny
Mohawk in the makin'. Watch out ladies, cause you know I'm bad.
Thursday, September 8
Time to ourselves
Since Sister has started Kindergarten, he's had lots of time to reflect and do things by himself he hasn't had the chance to do as a middle child. Like, doctor the dog.
He can be so gentle when he wants to be.
Learn how to write letters in shaving cream.
See how many bubbles we can fill up the sink with.
All the while explaining that this is the car wash for his monster trucks.
It's all such important stuff, you know. Stuff that gets put on the back burner when you have a mom that's stretched beyond recognition with just trying to stay up with wash, meals and refereeing for a family of 5.
You see, Kindergarten can be very tiring for everyone.
Some of my precious views in the car picking up Sister...
Monday, August 29
Saturday, August 27
Grading the first week of Kindergarten
It's official! Our first week of Kindergarten was a huge success and it got an A+!
I wasn't expecting it to be horrible, but I certainly wasn't ready to be as blessed as we were.
Other than some first day jitters, the rest of the week was as if she had been going to school for years already.
Wednesday for pick-up, I surprised her by going through the car line, because Nathan was still asleep. She seemed a little surprised by it at first, but said it was okay.
Thursday when I picked her up she was pouting because she wanted to "go back." "Go back to where, honey?" "To school" she said all mule-lipped. Can we say, music to mommy's ears? She's enjoying it. She's wanting to go back. She's making friends. As much as I miss my little girl being away, if she does have to be away, I at least want her to love it. So far it seems, we're heading that way.
Today after walking her for the last time to her classroom, me and the boys stayed around long enough to watch the K-3 through 5th graders come outside for the Pledge and Prayer. Katherine didn't know we were watching, but we were. I was touched by their innocent reverence to the flag and their remarkable quietness during the prayer.
I feel blessed beyond comprehension for the opportunity for her to go to school there.
One other hidden benefit from all this schooling is my brand new, can't-afford-to-be-the-night-owl routine. Soon after Jim's alarm goes off, mine does too. I never considered "sleeping in" until 7am to be a privilege, but now I do. I've noticed that Jim is a nicer, more talkative person in the morning, and if we can figure out how to keep the middle child asleep past when the clock starts with a 5, there actually might be something to waking up early. I will never, ever, never-ever really like waking up early, but I'm starting to see the benefits to it and a schedule.
Nathan has benefited greatly from Katherine being away at school also. Our potty-training struggles seem to be lessening. There's more time for me to commit to him and our plight towards a diaper-less house. I purposely dedicated time to playing with him every day this week so he would experience some positive reinforcements while she was gone. And he's proving to be a totally different kid. He's the Big Cheese from 8-3, and I'm pretty sure he likes it.
Like I said before, this week got an A+. I thank God for the obvious benefits of this new schedule and new school and for the hidden ones yet to be discovered.
I wasn't expecting it to be horrible, but I certainly wasn't ready to be as blessed as we were.
Other than some first day jitters, the rest of the week was as if she had been going to school for years already.
Picking out clothes for the first day of school.
The 2nd day, through God's providence, we arrived super early and had to wait a long time in the hallway. Unbeknownst to me, the 25 minute wait actually allowed her to soak in all the sights and sounds on her own terms and slowly. I actually had to remind her to hug me before she walked into class. Total 180 from the day before.
Wednesday for pick-up, I surprised her by going through the car line, because Nathan was still asleep. She seemed a little surprised by it at first, but said it was okay.
Daddy helping her make her first lunch for school.
Thursday when I picked her up she was pouting because she wanted to "go back." "Go back to where, honey?" "To school" she said all mule-lipped. Can we say, music to mommy's ears? She's enjoying it. She's wanting to go back. She's making friends. As much as I miss my little girl being away, if she does have to be away, I at least want her to love it. So far it seems, we're heading that way.
Today after walking her for the last time to her classroom, me and the boys stayed around long enough to watch the K-3 through 5th graders come outside for the Pledge and Prayer. Katherine didn't know we were watching, but we were. I was touched by their innocent reverence to the flag and their remarkable quietness during the prayer.
I feel blessed beyond comprehension for the opportunity for her to go to school there.
One other hidden benefit from all this schooling is my brand new, can't-afford-to-be-the-night-owl routine. Soon after Jim's alarm goes off, mine does too. I never considered "sleeping in" until 7am to be a privilege, but now I do. I've noticed that Jim is a nicer, more talkative person in the morning, and if we can figure out how to keep the middle child asleep past when the clock starts with a 5, there actually might be something to waking up early. I will never, ever, never-ever really like waking up early, but I'm starting to see the benefits to it and a schedule.
Nathan has benefited greatly from Katherine being away at school also. Our potty-training struggles seem to be lessening. There's more time for me to commit to him and our plight towards a diaper-less house. I purposely dedicated time to playing with him every day this week so he would experience some positive reinforcements while she was gone. And he's proving to be a totally different kid. He's the Big Cheese from 8-3, and I'm pretty sure he likes it.
Night before school starts, he didn't understand all the attention and wanted Daddy to quit taking his picture.
Like I said before, this week got an A+. I thank God for the obvious benefits of this new schedule and new school and for the hidden ones yet to be discovered.
Friday, August 26
A first
Similar to a brand new mom, I'm taking what may seem like silly pictures of our new baby, even though he's our third.
But this one is not so silly because it's a first in this house. Just when I thought I had our gene pool figured out with the first two, a new anomaly surfaced.
We have, for the first time, a thumb-sucker. Seeing him suck his thumb was so different, something I hadn't experienced, I had to take a picture.
When at our wit's end and frustrated from sleep deprivation, I actually encouraged the other two to try it by gently holding their hands in mine, fingers down with the thumb sticking out, and guided the thumb into their mouths. They never were interested and it just irritated them.
Precious Brandon is different, though.
What a sweet little gift we've been given to realize how he really will be different than the other two and will bring a totally new spirit and personality to our home. It's just remarkable how our minds can tell us that over and over again, but something as small as thumb-sucking starts the tangible reminders of his uniqueness, even though he's from the same two people as his very different siblings.
On a little different not, this adorable little boy is starting to laugh. I have found some tickle spots in his ribs and when I play peek-a-boo, he's starts to giggle.
My sister-in-law said that God knows right when mommies need their batteries re-charged, and the power boost comes through our babies as new smiles, giggles, coos, etc. Perfectly designed, planned and timed.
I honestly don't know if I've mentioned it on any posts (and frankly don't want to spend the time looking through to find out) how laid-back and what an easy baby Brandon is. I hesitate to even write it out for fear of being jinxed, but he is and I am sooooo thankful. I truly felt like a new person the entire first month he was home because I was getting such good sleep as compared to when I was pregnant. People would cautiously ask, "How's the sleep going?" the first couple weeks and I felt so silly telling them I was sleeping much more then than I was before he was born. They would look at me like I was crazy, which is exactly what path I thought I was going down while I was pregnant with him.
But our precious, handsome little man came quickly into this world ready to give his mama a break.
His nicknames are, Flex (because he's so flexible and laid back), Chunky Monkey and Boo. Nicknames are a must for me because I was so thankful to have mine growing up.
He is a happy, content and healthy baby and an amazing addition to our crazy lives. I can't imagine my life without him.
I love you my baby Brandon!
But this one is not so silly because it's a first in this house. Just when I thought I had our gene pool figured out with the first two, a new anomaly surfaced.
We have, for the first time, a thumb-sucker. Seeing him suck his thumb was so different, something I hadn't experienced, I had to take a picture.
When at our wit's end and frustrated from sleep deprivation, I actually encouraged the other two to try it by gently holding their hands in mine, fingers down with the thumb sticking out, and guided the thumb into their mouths. They never were interested and it just irritated them.
Precious Brandon is different, though.
What a sweet little gift we've been given to realize how he really will be different than the other two and will bring a totally new spirit and personality to our home. It's just remarkable how our minds can tell us that over and over again, but something as small as thumb-sucking starts the tangible reminders of his uniqueness, even though he's from the same two people as his very different siblings.
On a little different not, this adorable little boy is starting to laugh. I have found some tickle spots in his ribs and when I play peek-a-boo, he's starts to giggle.
My sister-in-law said that God knows right when mommies need their batteries re-charged, and the power boost comes through our babies as new smiles, giggles, coos, etc. Perfectly designed, planned and timed.
I honestly don't know if I've mentioned it on any posts (and frankly don't want to spend the time looking through to find out) how laid-back and what an easy baby Brandon is. I hesitate to even write it out for fear of being jinxed, but he is and I am sooooo thankful. I truly felt like a new person the entire first month he was home because I was getting such good sleep as compared to when I was pregnant. People would cautiously ask, "How's the sleep going?" the first couple weeks and I felt so silly telling them I was sleeping much more then than I was before he was born. They would look at me like I was crazy, which is exactly what path I thought I was going down while I was pregnant with him.
But our precious, handsome little man came quickly into this world ready to give his mama a break.
His nicknames are, Flex (because he's so flexible and laid back), Chunky Monkey and Boo. Nicknames are a must for me because I was so thankful to have mine growing up.
He is a happy, content and healthy baby and an amazing addition to our crazy lives. I can't imagine my life without him.
I love you my baby Brandon!
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