Tuesday, September 29, 2009
This is what happens when Abby gets hold of the camera....
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
My baby boy is growing up
My littlest Collin Mac is quickly approaching the 6 month mark, and the time has absolutely FLOWN by! I say "littlest" tongue-in-cheek. He was the biggest of our 3 at birth weighing in at a whopping 7lbs 11oz. (Incidentally, if you are into numbers, he was born on 4-11 at 11:23am and was the 11th grandchild on the maternal side. I thought that was interesting.) By two weeks, he was at 8lbs 13oz. By now, I would imagine he is between 18 - 19 lbs, but I will update on that when we check up on the 12th. He rolled over before 4 months and is sitting like a grown up already. He eats like a champ and packs on the pounds like a pro. He turns his nose up at NO foods yet, and just itches to try everything on the table. He is growing, as all children do, much too fast, but I am loving every minute.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
My typical evening....
This is how my day usually ends. Actually, this is about 25% of my daily living. I am tempted to say more like 50%, but in all reality, it probably isn't quite that much. It stressed me out when it began, but the more it happens the more I just have to look around and laugh at the situation. If I didn't, I would be in the nuthouse by now. I love my life and I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. And that is how I ended up getting out the camera for this instead of crawling off into the corner and crying myself to sleep. God's blessings are all around if I will just SEE them.
P.S. In case you are wondering, Byron got his Daddy and he is sitting with him right now. However, he will be gone for 3 days to Chicago starting tomorrow. Prayer are needed for his safe trip and my sanity PLEASE!
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Update for Wednesday.....
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Remembering.....
-Byron's bedtime routine has always been very structured. He thrives on routine. Before his trip to Missouri this summer, it was always a process. Where is your nite nite (blanket)? Ok, found it. Now where is your nunu (pacifier)? look, look, look....ok, got it. Can I have bunk (which eventually evolved into the proper pronunciation....milk)? And it had to be stawbilly bunk (strawberry milk, of course...you're catching on). Daddy laid down with him; Mommy got the milk. So then he and Daddy talked about who was his favorite Daddy, favorite Mommy, favorite Tooterbug, and favorite little Buddy. Daddy got done and then Mommy laid down with him until he fell asleep. When I was pregnant and laid down with him at naptime, he would say, "Mommy, do my footsies." That was simply my cue to hold his feet. Not rub them. Not tickle them. Not warm them up. Just hold them. And I had to hold them both in one hand and allow them to touch each other. I don't know what that was all about, but he doesn't ask for that anymore, and I miss it. (Incidentally, the nunu is now gone. THANK YOU AUNTIE NAE!!!! But he is less dependent on everything now. It must have been some kind of package deal in his mind.)
Brothers & baths.....