But he loved the bows. Can you see the glitter on his face? It’s because his mommy let him get aholt of a gold glitter ribbon. Consequentially, he was a glitter baby for the rest of the day. And I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking “aholt” isn’t a word. You’re thinking, “I can tell she
to us a son is given; and the government shall be upon his shoulder, and his name shall be calledWonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.” Isaiah 9:6 “He who did not spare his own Son, but gave him up for us all—how will he not also, along with him, graciously give us all things?” Romans 8:32
These bows don’t come naturally; I worked as a gift wrapper at JCPenney for three years. Merry Christmas Eve Eve Eve.
See this bulge under the quilt? It’s Brigham. He likes to get all cozy under the covers in the winter months. He might want to stay there, too, because David has started noticing Brigham. This is terrible news for the kitty cat.
On the same day David turned a whole four months old, Tom’s dad also celebrated a milestone birthday. We celebrated a few days after his actual birthday, because he was busy babysitting for one of his grandsons on his birthday. Did you catch that? He was babysitting. On his birthday. And what was his lovely
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David is four months old today. After spending so much time waiting and wishing for the big three month milestone, it seems four months came in a flash. Is this what moms talk about when they say babies grow up too fast? Or maybe it’s just the Christmas season. Yes, that must be it. He’s
Before David’s arrival I had this whole parenting thing figured out. Perhaps you can relate. I was a really good parent before I had a baby. I had standards for child-rearing. Especially during the early, EASY stage. I would NEVER be soft, and definitely not nervous. I didn’t even think having a baby would make
We had a visit from some old friends this weekend. It’s good for us to have visitors. Otherwise I’m not sure I’d ever clean the bathrooms. The boys ended our brunch with a sing-a-long. It sounded something like this. (Tanner forgot his wings. But he remembered his banjo.)
When I have more than one kid, will I have time to put ridiculous things on them. Take photos. And post them on the Internet?