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?
It’s Thursday and I’m still posting about the weekend. We did a lot: 1. Dawg reunion 2. Learned to roll over 3. Jingle Bell 5k 4. We got a Christmas tree! We had a busy weekend. With so much going on, it helps to be organized, and the Tom and Amanda branch of the Krieger
Last Saturday David and I bundled up and laced up our running shoes (respectively) and headed to the Jingle Bell 5k. The race was at 8am, which meant I had to set an alarm just in case David didn’t wake me up early enough. My new mom heart broke as I set the alarm, and
We’re rollin’ for real here in the Krieger house. Start like this… Throw that head back… And end like this! Yay! Good job, David! He goes the other way, too. And mama was there to see it all.
When I went off to college as an impressionable, uncertain 17-year old, God was so good to put me in a dorm smack dab in the middle of some amazing girls. We became quick and necessary friends. The hallmark of our group was our obnoxious use of the term “dawg”. I say obnoxious because we