Wednesday, April 19, 2017
Baby Bobby is a year old!
He is independent and an explorer. As a parent I want to raise my children to be independent; but, as a mother, I want my baby back. He does not like to be held and is always pushing to get out on his own.
It is hard to believe that I have a two year old, a one year old, and I will be turning forty-two in two weeks.
Friday, March 17, 2017
Bobby, look over here. Don't touch the sticker.
Bobby, leave the sticker there.
Nate, stop jumping on me. Leave your brother alone.
Bobby, smile. Is that too much to ask?
Today I caught myself cradling Bobby. He wiggled himself to a sitting position and squirmed down to the floor. I want my baby back. Last month Bobby stopped nursing and I miss holding my baby in my arms. It is time to face the facts. Next month my baby will be a toddler. Lord help me. Next month I will be 42 years old with a one year old and a two year old, how can that be?!
Saturday, March 4, 2017
Friday, February 17, 2017
Robertito is 10 months old and I cannot get over how much his is growing and learning on daily basis. He has his two bottom teeth and the top two teeth are making their way in.
Bobby is such a happy-go-lucky baby, he has to be with Nate roughing him up all the time. In the past two days, Bobby is balancing more and standing. He has stopped eating baby food and is more interested in the food that me and Nathaniel are eating.
I feel so blessed that I get to spend this time with both the boys, watching them grow and learn.
Tuesday, January 17, 2017
This handsome baby is 9 months old. Bobby is crawling, lifting himself up, and being utterly adorable.
Bobby has my father's name and I am reminded of what a doctor said to me at a doctor's visit for my father, "I have more time than money". Isn't that the truth?! It is my reminder to slow down and love every moment with my growing children.
Tuesday, January 3, 2017
Thursday, December 15, 2016
What?! Baby Bobby is 8 months old?! The little guy, I mean big guy is 19 pounds and wearing one year old clothes. (Look at his socks.)
Admittedly, I am tired and worn out. I just do not sleep enough. Some days are a blur and I fear that I may not be appreciating the time I have with my babies. They are only going to be small this one time and I have to remind myself to take each moment in.
Once things settle a bit more, I will share with you the drama of what being the executor of my father's estate has caused. The holidays are hard without my parents and more time needs to heal my wounds.
If only you could walk a mile in my shoes you would understand my silence. Don't worry my friends- I will get my spunk back... when I sleep more.