Friday, May 31, 2013

Colton Samuel | 4 Months


::   So fat he can kiss his own cheeks
::   Met Great-Grandma H for the first time
::   Started teething
::   Enjoys sucking on 3 fingers at a time
::   Discovered his toes
::   Big brother gave him a bottle for the first time
::   Wears size 12-18 month clothes and size 3 diapers
::   Loves bathtime in the kitchen sink
::   Generally sleeps less than his big brother
::   Rolls from back to tummy
::   Topped this month out at 18 pounds, 8 ounces


Thursday, May 30, 2013

Forever Can Never be Long Enough

Forever can never be long enough for me, to feel like I've had long enough with youForget the world now, we won't let them see but there's one thing left to do
Now that the weight has lifted love has surely shifted my way

Marry meToday and every dayMarry meIf I ever get the nerve to say hello in this cafe
Say you will, say you will

Together can never be close enough for me to feel like I am close enough to youYou wear white and I'll wear out the words I love you. And you're beautiful

Now that the wait is over and love and has finally showed her my way
Marry meToday and every dayMarry meIf I ever get the nerve to say hello in this cafe

Say you will, say you will

Promise me you'll always be happy by my sideI promise to sing to you when all the music dies

And marry meToday and everydayMarry meIf I ever get the nerve to say hello in this cafe

Say you will, say you willMarry Me--MARRY METRAIN

I'm reminiscing of 5 years ago when my now-husband proposed marriage to me. Ironically the lyrics of this song have been running through my head along with that sweet memory today. 
I would have married you that very day, and I would marry you over and over again if I could.

Monday, May 13, 2013

Colton Samuel | Month 3 At a Glance

::   Laughed and smiled a lot
::   ::   Discovered his hands
::   ::   ::    Got to enjoy sunshine and warm fresh air for the first time
::   ::   Stands and supports his own weight when someone holds his hands
::   Topped the month out at 16 pounds, 8 ounces


Thursday, May 9, 2013

My Life is in the Toilet!

 And Other Excuses


The 2 1/2 year-old male child is learning the wonders of potty and how it goes in the toilet. Not in our Buzz undies, or on the floor, or in our shoes; but Daddy keeps his underwear dry and Daddy's a big boy so Jimmy is a big boy just like Daddy.

Etcetera.

In the mean time there are plenty of dribbles to "fush" down the toilet and hands-washing and potty chair rinsing and floor scrubbing, and gummy worms and "choc-ate" going on and at times it feels like my life revolves around toddler pee and poop and the great adventure of toilet "fushing".

And if you were paying attention you would be aware that I skipped a couple weeks in the Portrait-of-the-Week department as well as entirely skipped out on the 3 month milestone for "Baby Olson" (as his loving big brother calls him for some unknown reason). But I actually literally have a really good excuse for that one--and it is completely unrelated to the abundance of Springtime and sunshine we had for once in a century.

You see, I was indeed in the very act of assembling such posts when there was a collision between a cute Jimmy, a pillow, a beverage and my computer. All happening in slow motion before my eyes. Fortunately no data was lost, but the normal functions of the computer were fried. I have since been in the process of transferring photos, software, programs and business documents to a different computer. It's not as easy as one might think to start all over, but it is kind of nice in some ways to have a clean slate. I rather like the lack of clutter.

Added to that was the whole necessary phone upgrade and I'm officially "technically" overwhelmed. Ha.

I think I might be starting to collect the pieces of myself though and hope to resume to "normal" blogging. Especially considering I'm in one of those revolutionary blogger identity crisis things where I  make all sorts of resolutions to blog more, document my blessed life and be more inspired to create. But who knows what can become of such aspirations... My life is still in the toilet after all.