According to Jack "keeing up" (otherwise known as "cleaning up") is fun to do. About twice a day he wanders over to the hall closet, pulls out the broom or swiffer mop and says, "Time to keen up mom!"
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Three months have flown by and my newborn is no longer a newborn. He is a baby. And a happy baby at that! I told Jason the other night that it is ironic that the third time around is so much more relaxing and . . . even (dare I say it?) easier. Just when I think I am done having kids, this little guy comes along and makes me remember how wonderful it is to sit and hold a baby.
And the smiles he gives me . . . well, they are worth every sleepless night.
This month Owen:
weighs 14 lb 4 oz
is 25 1/4 inches long
started sleeping from about 9pm to about 5am (most nights)
eats like a champ
has reflux and is on medication for it
smiles and coos A LOT
got his first bloody nose from his big brother "accidentally" falling on him
sits up in his Bumbo seat
kicks like crazy when we lay him on his back
opens his eyes SO wide when he gets excited
loves his swing
is losing a little bit of his hair on the side and back of his head
loves to watch Jack
is still so cuddly
is a happy baby and so incredibly lovable and kissable (okay, seriously? this face is hilarious! what a little fatty!)
Posted by Lindsay at Sunday, May 22, 2011
Friday, May 20, 2011
We bought a bounce house for Jack to play in a few weeks ago.
He was absolutely terrified when it started to blow up.
He made Jason get inside with him and wouldn't let go! He got the hang of it though after a few minutes.
Posted by Lindsay at Friday, May 20, 2011
Thursday, May 19, 2011
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Monday, May 16, 2011
The other day we went to visit Gavin and I saw this poem engraved on another child's headstone. I do not know who wrote it.
Maybe it is a well known poem - maybe it was written by his mother or father.
Whatever the case may be - that person understands the pain that comes with a child passing away.
The words hit home for me and I thought I would share it.
God saw he was tired and a cure was not to be,
So He put His arms around him and whispered, "Come with me."
With tearful eyes we watched him suffer,
And saw him fade away.
Although we loved him dearly,
We could not make him stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
Hard working hands to rest.
God broke out hearts to prove to us,
He only takes the best.