New Ride



loaded up with toys- check



start engine- check



what the?...



durn buckets loose...



Let's try this again



I am...

A great friend of mine, Page Turner, has challenged me to complete a 'List.'

I LoVe Lists. 
If you have been my friend for 2 minutes, you have probably received a completed list from me.  I can't not do them. 
I'm so obsessed that I barely even read the answers that are sent to me, before I begin filling it out.
I know that made you laugh, PT.  It is all about me.

So... here it goes, a list- for SBR. 
This particular brand happens to be one of my favorites-
  
I am  a very proud Momma.

I want  to raise my kids with God's grace.

I have  theee best family & friends!

I wish  a lifetime of love, happiness and success for all our children.

I hate  when my baby doesn't feel good.

I fear  I have no idea what I'm doing.

I hear  pure joy, every time SBR laughs.

I search  his face for hints of who he will become.

I wonder  how many children we will actually have.

I regret  being too scared during my pregnancy and not enjoying the wonderment more.

I love  bath time.

I ache  in my heart when I can't make him feel better.

I always  rush home.  

I usually  forget the diaper bag.  

I am not  perfect.

I dance  the waltz while holding my baby.

I sing  softly (& poorly) in his ear.

I never  want to lose a child.

I sometimes  pick him up in the middle of the night to rock him, to make me feel better.

I cry  when he is really hurt. 
(I'm trying to get better, I know... he's a boy.)

I lose a baby shoe way too often.

I am grateful  for all I have been given.

I need  to not be so insecure in my parenting.

I should  worry less.

I can't believe how much this child is just like me. 

Rock-a-bye-baby

Have you ever really paid attention to that song?  A bit morbid don't you think?  What's up with that?

A few days ago, my mom suggested I create something, you know... look around the house, see what can be useful & make it.  um?  duh.  why didn't I think of that?  so simple.  

The problem is, I'm not that creative.  I can see something & reproduce it... yes, kind of like stealing. 
My mother-in-law always says (Mom's are so wise): 

Stealing (as in copying) is the best flattery. 

I have made that my mantra & taken it to a new level.

SO... my million dollar idea? 

Jumbo Baby Swings.   With a 5 point harness for safety. You know, in case one of those larger infants decide they want to sit up while swinging in a reclined position, try to get out & end up hanging out of the swing side-ways screaming (if they could talk) what I imagine translates too.... HELP! you awful-neglectful-but-very-loving-parents of mine! while still swinging back and forth, back and forth.
This picture is painted so well in my head, it's like it's almost happened or something.

Just under 3 mos



Present day- 7 mos later

<Insert Jumbo Swing idea >

Looks like it may be time for a new baby sitter!