You would think a 6 weeks old would comply and not try to roll over/crawl out of cute little baskets, but nooo... my children are movers from the start. I for see much "child-proofing" (is it really possible?) in the near future. That or I guess I could actually pay attention to my children and not blog. In fact, they must know what I just typed because crying has ensued. Signing off!
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Family
This last weekend ALL Scott's family was in town for the holiday. Since this was the first time in a loong time everyone has been together (and William was so cooperative and joined the *outside* world earlier in the week...) Scott's mom jumped at the photo op. Here's the finished product:
Personally, I love how Matthew is cheesing-it-up(!) in the group photo. He was such a character at the mall while we were waiting for our session to start. This kid has got some crazy dance moves- self taught. He looked like a little cowboy trotting around the mall- complete with fingers in his belt loops and the do-si-do. Gets funnier everyday!
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
What does it mean??
You know the phrase mentally ill? I'll tell you what it means:
mentally ill- (men-tuh-lee illll) a person that elects natural childbirth after finding out the baby is posterior and pitocin is needed to increase contractions. Also see masochist.
That would be me.
Why?
There comes a point in every situation in life when you feel done- you can't handle anymore and you need a way out. Maybe each situation doesn't have as extreme feelings related to it, but you get the idea. This pregnancy was such for me. I was ready to be DONE. That being said, I "beasted" my baby out last Sunday (to quote Scott). It was awesome and not at the same time. But you know what? I'm done!!!
mentally ill- (men-tuh-lee illll) a person that elects natural childbirth after finding out the baby is posterior and pitocin is needed to increase contractions. Also see masochist.
That would be me.
Why?
There comes a point in every situation in life when you feel done- you can't handle anymore and you need a way out. Maybe each situation doesn't have as extreme feelings related to it, but you get the idea. This pregnancy was such for me. I was ready to be DONE. That being said, I "beasted" my baby out last Sunday (to quote Scott). It was awesome and not at the same time. But you know what? I'm done!!!
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