I think the ankle de-sausage-fication process has begun! Pee is for VICTORY! 3:29 PM May 31st via txt
I *just* moved my chair in time to miss bird poo landing on me. Phew! 1:13 PM May 31st via txt
Judah just tooted on my finger. He is so boy. 7:23 PM May 28th via txt
I believe that emotional pain can manifest physically in the body if it is not released. Please, let it all go. Use your "words"= ur art. <3 6:07 PM May 28th via txt
And my husband is so good to me. Total rockstar. 5:49 PM May 28th via txt
Meanwhile, Judah has already passed his birthweight and is a super pooper! 5:35 PM May 28th via txt
Feeling heavy about how life is changed with this reality of my Mom's health. I guess i have to do some growing up. Eew. 5:33 PM May 28th via txt
The cart attendant at target loaded my groceries in the car because he noticed "the little one". What a gem! 10:47 AM May 28th via txt
My ankles are still really sausagey 8:04 PM May 26th via txt
JUDAH IS GOING HOOOOMMMMME! Amen. Amen! And my Mommy is iMpRoViNg! 11:29 AM May 26th via txt
Pray for my Mom. She is in the hospital with heart attack. 11:42 AM May 25th via txt
Mom! exclaims Theo, I had a stinky tooter on my underwear! 12:02 PM May 24th via txt
thanks for the well wishes, ladies! doing fine, waiting to get back over there to see my new muffin man! 11:43 AM May 24th via web
Wish i had a lap top. I started writing this morning...got a lot down just now. I plan to blog our experience. Judah is under lights 4 bili 5:17 PM May 23rd via txt
Feeling a bit lost. I am discharged, and Judah has to stay. I'm going to hang out with him for the rest of the evening... 3:05 PM May 23rd via txt
Just reached a little crying jag. My brain is fried! Babes is doing well, tho. Day by day! 7:53 AM May 23rd via txt
Its just weird that thursday night i went to bed huge and uncomfortable... Thursday: pregnant. Saturday: mama. Change is good. 7:48 PM May 22nd via txt
Thankful he is getting good care, and anxious to hold him with no wires, tubes, monitors beeping- just me and my baby. Sigh. 2:44 PM May 22nd via txt
Daddio just brought the "big" kids to visit 4 an hr. They were so happy to see n touch baby's tiny feet. Love this crew! 1:46 PM May 22nd via txt
That was a sweet hr of sleep! 11:27 AM May 22nd via txt
I just got to nurse Judah! He's a good little sucker! 7:57 AM May 22nd via txt
Its harder to wake up to my alarm to pump than waking up to baby noises. Cant wait til we have strong lungs in our new little sweetie pie! 5:36 AM May 22nd via txt
Our little guy showed up early. Pray 4 him, that his lungs will be healthy. He's so cute!
I do, of course, still have those two other little people in my care, in my hair. It has been a tough week for this Mommy. It will be good when my mornings are a bit perkier again. Because really, my 2 and 3 year olds are so much happier when they get breakfast before 11 o'clock. I might exaggerate a little, but not much! Today they are so much less fighty. I think it is due to eating their breffy at the table, with Mom, not long after getting up. Sometimes I miss the cut off time, and there is not much I can do to get them to stop whining and put the food in the body. Poor kids. But, lets be brutal here folks, poor me. Ha!
they got haircuts this week. the first time i've done it at home in a while...it went really well. one of the adjustments we made with judes in the picture.
suvi loves her some baby bruddah.
3 comments:
There is no love quite like that of a bossy big sister. Suvi, you are too cute!
-B
Hey, I'm a bossy big sister! I shall quote B's comment to my sister. ;-)
My ankles turn into giant sausages in the humidity. The trouble with sausage ankles, I find, is that people don't take you seriously when you complain about them. {Well, maybe these people have never experienced them, or else I suspect they would.}
B--that is just the thought I was going for when I posted that picture of her. She so loves to be the big sister, but she bosses her big brother, too :)
e--they *don't* take you seriously, do they?! SOME may even make fun of you! meanies ;)
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