Saturday, October 30, 2010

A mis-match of notes

So the Deaner is 4 months old now. Man how time flies! I look back at the pictures of him on the day he blessed my life and I am in awe of the changes he has made. Everyday I thank the Lord for blessing me with this beautiful baby. I now know what my purpose in life is, to be a mom. It is the best job in the world. If only it paid more....
On another note,
I have been working like a dog recently. The bills from being off work for 3 months are piling up and IOU's aren't worth a dern anymore. People want their money and I can't blame them, but you can't get blood from a turnip, and the baby needs diapers.
On another note,
Every day I am amazed by my son. As adults, we forget about the "simple" things in life and the amusement they can provide. My son has discovered the ceiling fan. Its a wonderful contraption that hangs from the ceiling and spins! Oh my goodness! How neat it is to just lay underneath it and stare at the rotating blades! This provides a short period of entertainment for the Deaner. I love watching his eyes get big and light up when he sees one spinning. Its the simple thing in life.
One more note,
I have some super cute pics to post. Hopefully I will get them up soon!

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Flying Time

Wow! It has been a long time since I have written anything. Time sure has flown by very fast, not to mention that I have been super busy. Nothing exciting has happened since I last blogged. We have just been getting more into a routine. Dean is getting bigger every day, almost 14lbs now! He smiles a lot and is getting better at holding his head up. I love just holding him and watching him sleep or looking into his eyes when he eats.
Oh, I did forget to mention that he had his first sleep over last Sunday. Every Sunday, Dean goes and spends the evenings with his BB and Bobo while Rod plays ball and I work. Well last Sunday Rods games ran late and instead of going over and getting him all packed up just to take him home to his own bed, we decided that it wouldn't hurt if he just spent the night. Of course he slept all thru the night and was a perfect little angel for hsi grandparents. Rod, however, missed spending the evening with him. He's pretty attached to his little man.
So as of today, things are going good on the home front. Hope all is well on yours!

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

I have successfully completed my required 3 days of employement for this week, and boy has it been a hard one.
This has been my first week back and I can say that it has gone by quickly but not without many tears being shed. Every evening as I got ready for work I could feel that knot form in my throat and my eyes welling up with warm tears. I would pick up my precious baby boy and just hold him tight against my body. Tears streamed down my face as I knew that I would be forced to leave him behind for 12 whole hours. I did not and still do not want to leave him behind. But I am lucky. I have a loving husband who watches over him at night, making sure he gets a bath and a full tummy before Deans off to the land of Nod. Then Rodneys up early to get him to his moms house, who watches him while I sleep. He's such a fabulous daddy!
I only work 3 days. I have 5 glorious days off with my little man and I plan to fill them endless cartoons, silly songs and cardboard books.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

So today is September 11. An infamous day in American history. On Facebook today, I posted that 9 years ago today I was getting ready for my biomechanics class at Missouri Southern State College when I found out about the attacks. I posed this question to everyone: "Where what were you doing when the towers fell?" So many people of my generation know exactly where they were and what they were doing. Funny thing is, is that almost every generation has had some sort of national tragedy that they can recount where they were and exactly what they were doing when the event happened. I can remember my mother telling me what she was doing when Kennedy was assassinated.

It's sad that we have those memories, that an event of that magnitude will leave a concrete mark on us. It's inevitable that it will happen again. I hope I am wrong.