Peek!
“I am busy, Mom!”
Marshall has a size disadvantage when it comes to play time. Though he is ready for both, he’s just too small for his Bumbo and exersaucer.
But he loves them. So his time in them is usually cut short because he just isn’t comfortable.
Until today! I finally hacked the exersaucer (using the newborn inserts from the Ergo baby carrier for additional seat padding) and VOILA!
We have a busy, happily playing baby boy!
One month gone already(!?)
My old yellow dog has been gone one month today.
Hope you’re resting in peace, my Sweet Kate.
It makes me smile when I still I find her hair on things despite repeatedly cleaning the house since she passed…
Seems I only miss her when the sun shines, and when it rains, and when I am home, and when I’m not, and when I walk, and when I don’t – well, I just miss her. Always.
So thankful she was here for part of the journey ❤
All played out
…zonked with his bear from Auntie Erin
Happy Monday Smiles
(As for the scratches, I had to buy newborn mittens since it seems no matter how I trim Marshall’s nails, he ends up looking like he slept with the chickens….)
It started with “Mom, can I hold him?”
And I looked up to see Tristen & Marshall enjoying a movie together ♥
Marshall’s First Diner Breakfast
Just happened to include the dearest friends I have know since since childhood and one fantastic toddler!
Coffee cheers to them ♥
We have an appointment
For Marshall’s early intervention evaluation in the beginning of May!!!!
And the social worker who acts as our liaison was kind in so many ways I can’t fully express my gratitude.
Small sigh.
THANK YOU UNIVERSE!!!!!
“I am only afraid of what I can’t shoot”
Isaac is standing on the field, perma-grin all over his face. He is in his favorite “muscle shirt,” hand me down baseball uniform pants, and his big (for him) little red glove.
The big wild boys are happily running free all over the playground.
The sky is clear. The wind is crisp. And the sun is warm.
Marshall is asleep in grandma’s arms after Michael saved him from the clutches of his evil, scream evoking carseat.
The three of us tall-ish people enjoy watching the kids. And I savor this, as all, moments like these.
Somehow the conversation wanders to bears (my longtime-since-early-childhood phobia).
I dismiss mom and Michael’s jabs at my deep seated bear issues. “No, bears are nothing. I am only afraid of what I can’t shoot.”
They both laugh.
I may have too.
But I soooo wasn’t kidding…
