Monday, October 08, 2007

Tommorrow will be 9 months since my sweet baby joined me and his Daddy. I cannot believe how time has flown by. The joys of motherhood have exceeded my expectations but have also shown me a level of sadness that I have never known. Sad that he is growing up so quickly. Sad that his little feet won't always fit in my hand. Sad that his kisess not only will not be allowed in public, but won't make my entire face wet. I rejoice each day when I get to see his face. I have journaled in his baby book that I often don't know how he sleeps through my kisses, especially when he falls asleep in my arms. All too quickly he will be too big to fall asleep in my arms. Watching Tony and Jackson interact fills my heart with such love for the both of them. It is an unbelieveable journey that I can't wait to continue. However, I had an epiphany this weekend. With all the worries and grief I know this sweet boy will bring, it helps that I can make his hair do this (she says while giggling uncontrollably)



















We were taking a bath after a day at the beach on the River.



















A boy and his dog




















We are now waving Bye-Bye and saying Dada. I am not convinced he is ever going to say Mommy.

We also had a big first this weekend. For those of you who are sharing this mommyhood journey with me, you know all firsts are important. For those of you who are just along for the ride, sorry.

We found the first foreign object in his poopy diaper. Evidently, he pulled a paper butterfly out of his pop-up book and ate it. Good to know that a paper butterfly can go through the intestinal tract of a 9 month old unscathed. So can sand by the way. We found that out too.



















Another cute bath shot.

For those of you who haven't been our guest at the river house, please know you have an extended open invitation. It is a wonderful place to relax and have fun, but so you know what I am always talking about, here is our get-a-way.




























Here is Tony's favorite toy.
















Need this space

2 comments:

  1. Oh, Shel... my sad "epihany" came at 10 months. I know how you feel completely. We have NOT experienced the "foreign object in poopy" yet. Oh, my... such wonderful things to look forward to! Yea! You're little man is an angel:)

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  2. There is a reason God makes little boys grow up to have sweaty stinky feet, so mommy's will stop kissing them

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