he truly is no longer a baby...he's a little boy...
and a stinkin' cute one at that...take my breath away.
i love how interested he is in everything that isn't
a toy...or edible...everything must be taste
tested...everything.
i love how dramatic he is. he falls down a gazillion times
a day but if the mood is just right (meaning he's hungry
or tired) and he falls or something doesn't go his way,
watch out, it's like a terrorist attack.
it's 12:20am right now...sunday night, or monday morning.
b is asleep, davey is asleep, my house smells like clorox
because i stayed up to clean like a mad woman, laundry is
done, dishes are done...i'm in heaven. my home is quiet.
peaceful. my wonderful husband and equally wonderful
super baby are fast asleep...safe and warm and happy and
where i can reach them. i love my home. i love the spirit
that dwells here (which is surely here because of my 2 wonderfuls).
i love and am grateful for my life...please never let me forget.
please never let me take it for granted....
night night.
-c
2 comments:
beautiful. and that is not a word that i usually use.
Cute little family of 3. I love when people count their blessings
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