We’re off to Manitoba today so I don’t know if I will write much while we are gone. I’ll come back weighing 500 pounds because we eat so well at Brent’s families house. It’ll be wonderful. Anyway, siging off, I have to go pack. Last minute as usual!
Month: February 2007
Pregnancy #2
I was a cleaning machine yesterday. I even cleaned the storage room which was piled high with recycling that we’ve been too lazy to take out. I even um, what’s the word? Swept? And um, mopped? the storage room. Now my husband just needs to take out all of the bags and bags of recycling.… Continue reading Pregnancy #2
Shower Time
Ever since Silas was a newborn I’ve loved to take him in the shower with me. When he was that small I could wash myself one handed. Then I’d sit on the bottom and lay back with him laying on my chest and he’d sometimes nurse and it was so nice and peacefull. He’d almost… Continue reading Shower Time
Is He Back?
Is this the calm before the storm or is Silas actually feeling better? I’m not hearing tears yet, or whining, or sadness. I’m frightened to move or to do anything wrong, oh the glorious quiet!! He’s just walked into the room with his cracker in hand and a smile on his face. I think my… Continue reading Is He Back?
My Headbanger
I was going to write a lovely blog today about all the things I love and adore about Silas, but after a week of him being a total grump, I’ve forgotten those things. Haha, no I haven’t. I’m just not in a mushy mood this morning. As I type this, Silas is having a little… Continue reading My Headbanger
He Needs Me?
I like to think that I’ve had a hand in making my son rather independent. He never minds when we leave him with a babysitter or the nursery at church, he keeps himself busy for most of the day without needing me (for playing purposes), he’s not shy, never been a mommies or a daddies… Continue reading He Needs Me?
A Fun Game?
My son has this blanket, it’s his “smushy” because he’s always liked to smush his face into fabric when he’s going to sleep, or just for kicks. Anyway, he usually drags his smushy out of his crib sometime during the day to smush and carry it around and whatnot. It’s become slightly dangerous, though, because… Continue reading A Fun Game?