Michael is doing so good! He loves when daddy comes home from work and they get to share their stories from the day...
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
crush
Michael already has a crush at 7 weeks old! Her name is Hannah. He loves her! He asked me on Wednesday night if we could pick Hannah up from school on Thursday and of couse, I said yes! So, Thursday, Michael, Kirby and I park outside the Junior High to wait for Hannah. Michael was so excited! He even took Hannah on a date to Sonic to get an after school snack. Then he took her shopping at Wal-Mart! :)

After we got home, he couldn't wait to get in her arms!


He does love his Hannah!
After we got home, he couldn't wait to get in her arms!
He does love his Hannah!
Friday, April 24, 2009
batter, batter, batter....swing!
Michael got to go to his very first baseball game Friday night. The weather was finally good enough to take him. The Indians played Greenwood and were winning 9-2 in the 3rd inning when we left! Go Indians!!!


Michael loved the game and being outside. He was so alert and looking around for the first 2 innings. Granddaddy met us there too.

But 2 innings of a baseball game wears a boy out...

Before we left, we snuck down by the dugout to get a picture with one of Michael's favorite baseball players - Nicky.

Momma's little All-Star...
Michael loved the game and being outside. He was so alert and looking around for the first 2 innings. Granddaddy met us there too.
But 2 innings of a baseball game wears a boy out...
Before we left, we snuck down by the dugout to get a picture with one of Michael's favorite baseball players - Nicky.
Momma's little All-Star...
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Before I was a Mom
Before I was a Mom,
I never tripped over toys
or forgot words to a lullaby.
I didn't worry whether or not
my plants were poisonous.
I never thought about immunizations.
Before I was a Mom,
I had never been puked on.
Pooped on.
Chewed on.
Peed on.
I had complete control of my mind
and my thoughts.
I slept all night.
Before I was a Mom,
I never held down a screaming child
so doctors could do tests.
Or give shots.
I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
I never sat up late hours at night
watching a baby sleep.
Before I was a Mom,
I never held a sleeping baby just because
I didn't want to put him down.
I never felt my heart break into a million
pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt.
I never knew that something so small
could affect my life so much.
I never knew that I could love someone so much.
I never knew I would love being a Mom.
Before I was a Mom,
I didn't know the feeling of
having my heart outside my body.
I didn't know how special it could feel
to feed a hungry baby.
I didn't know that bond
between a mother and her child.
I didn't know that something so small
could make me feel so important and happy.
Before I was a Mom,
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night
every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.
I had never known the warmth,
the joy,
the love,
the heartache,
the wonderment
or the satisfaction of being a Mom.
I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much,
before I was a Mom.
I never tripped over toys
or forgot words to a lullaby.
I didn't worry whether or not
my plants were poisonous.
I never thought about immunizations.
Before I was a Mom,
I had never been puked on.
Pooped on.
Chewed on.
Peed on.
I had complete control of my mind
and my thoughts.
I slept all night.
Before I was a Mom,
I never held down a screaming child
so doctors could do tests.
Or give shots.
I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
I never sat up late hours at night
watching a baby sleep.
Before I was a Mom,
I never held a sleeping baby just because
I didn't want to put him down.
I never felt my heart break into a million
pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt.
I never knew that something so small
could affect my life so much.
I never knew that I could love someone so much.
I never knew I would love being a Mom.
Before I was a Mom,
I didn't know the feeling of
having my heart outside my body.
I didn't know how special it could feel
to feed a hungry baby.
I didn't know that bond
between a mother and her child.
I didn't know that something so small
could make me feel so important and happy.
Before I was a Mom,
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night
every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.
I had never known the warmth,
the joy,
the love,
the heartache,
the wonderment
or the satisfaction of being a Mom.
I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much,
before I was a Mom.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
6 weeks
When you think about it in school terms, 6 weeks is a long time. It seems like a six weeks goes by so slow because you are just counting down the 6 week periods before summer break. You think, please, can this go by any slower?!?
But, when you think of it in your own baby terms, 6 weeks is not a long time...not a long time at all. Tear.
Yes, Michael Lance is 6 weeks and 2 days old! Tear. How can that be? 6 weeks and 2 days ago, this baby was born. 6 weeks and 2 days ago, I as hearing this boy cry for the first time and thinking it was the most beautiful noise I've ever heard...today, I wonder how I can make him happy so he'll stop. Tear. 6 weeks and 2 days ago, I saw my husband put on his first diaper...today he finished up what I started because I got poop all over me. Tear. 6 weeks and 2 days ago, I didn't know how my life was going to change...today, I don't know what I did without this boy. Tear.
Oh my goodness. Tear. As I'm typing, we are listening and watching to the monitor...listening to him not going to sleep in his crib! Tear. Yes, you read it right...crib. It's so big and he's so little. Tear.
We said before he was born that we'd keep him in our room for 6 weeks. Tear. Now, remember, I teach school and 6 weeks is a long time. NO IT'S NOT! Tear. I'm not sure this momma is ready for her baby boy to 'grow up' into his crib. Tear.
6 weeks...goes by way too fast!
But, when you think of it in your own baby terms, 6 weeks is not a long time...not a long time at all. Tear.
Yes, Michael Lance is 6 weeks and 2 days old! Tear. How can that be? 6 weeks and 2 days ago, this baby was born. 6 weeks and 2 days ago, I as hearing this boy cry for the first time and thinking it was the most beautiful noise I've ever heard...today, I wonder how I can make him happy so he'll stop. Tear. 6 weeks and 2 days ago, I saw my husband put on his first diaper...today he finished up what I started because I got poop all over me. Tear. 6 weeks and 2 days ago, I didn't know how my life was going to change...today, I don't know what I did without this boy. Tear.
Oh my goodness. Tear. As I'm typing, we are listening and watching to the monitor...listening to him not going to sleep in his crib! Tear. Yes, you read it right...crib. It's so big and he's so little. Tear.
We said before he was born that we'd keep him in our room for 6 weeks. Tear. Now, remember, I teach school and 6 weeks is a long time. NO IT'S NOT! Tear. I'm not sure this momma is ready for her baby boy to 'grow up' into his crib. Tear.
6 weeks...goes by way too fast!
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