Monday, October 31, 2011

Epileptic

As those of you know who follow me on Facebook, yesterday I had a seizure. A bad one. The worst I’ve had so far. I was in the shower, Nathan was sitting outside the shower making Wyatt laugh. I felt the initial warning signs and so I sat down on the ledge of the shower so that I could breath and try to fight it off. Apparently, there was no chance of that because I didn’t even have a chance to fight. The next thing I knew, I was waking up. In the bathtub. We have a separate tub and shower. Yeah, let that sink in. Backing up though, I have long tried to focus on what happens in my mind during the “aura” stage of my seizures, hoping that if I can identify what I’m thinking about, it will help to alleviate the seizures. As best as I can tell, I see the same scene almost every time. There is a man talking to me. My best guess is that this man is my 7th grade teacher, Mr. Swanner. Other than this less than positive identification of the man, I can’t remember anything else after the episode has passed. Physically, I feel sick to my stomach, dizzy, hot and uncomfortable. The emotions I experience are much more difficult to nail down.
Most of the time I can stop the seizure if I catch it before the Mr. Swanner stage. Yesterday was not so lucky. From what I’ve been told by Nathan, I fell out of the shower (completely pushing the shower door out of its caulking along the bottom), foamed at the mouth and shook a lot. He said that I was talking too but he couldn’t hear what I was saying. Poor little guy, he was terrified and thought I was having a heart attack. He said he checked to be sure my heart was beating and then ran to call Lowell. I have drilled into their little heads that they don’t need to call 911 when I have a seizure. I know there are those of you who will react negatively to that, but this is my decision. There is nothing they can do at the hospital other than observe me. I don’t have insurance and it is just ridiculously expensive with no positive outcome.
Anyway, apparently while Nathan was calling Daddy, I got up off the floor and turned on the bathtub and then climbed in. Note to readers: our bathtub doesn’t have any hot water. That part of the faucet leaks and we rarely use our tub so we just turned it off… I climbed into a completely cold bath of water. Nathan and Chloe said that I seemed awake because my eyes were open and I was talking. I don’t remember any of this. I “came to” completely clothed in my bed when my ringing phone woke me up. Lowell was calling to check on me. He was at a friend’s house working on a car and had left as soon as Nathan called.
My poor babies…. Nathan kept coming in to check on me and gave me his stuffed eagle to sleep with. It was then that I realized how sore I was. After most seizures, I am physically exhausted and some of my muscles will be sore. Yesterday was slightly different. I had all the normal feelings but my neck and back were really sore. Only after I was able to get up, hours later, and see the shower for myself could I understand why I am so sore. Today I’m even more sore and I’m sure, as the bruises arise, it will get worse before it gets better.
As I posted on Facebook, I decided to try to go off my seizure meds earlier this year. I hate taking them – they make me feel horrible and, if I don’t need them, why add that extra medication to my body?!? So, with Lowell’s support, I weaned myself off them. In the beginning of my journey with doctors in response to these episodes, I was told they were panic attacks. Then I was told they were “syncopes” which are mini-fake-seizures. Then I was tentatively diagnosed with “epilepsy not otherwise specified” because they couldn’t catch a seizure on film. Most of the time I got the feeling that the doctors didn’t believe that I was really having seizures at all. So, I reasoned, if these aren’t really seizures, and because I am still having them occasionally even while on meds, why not stop taking it and see if its really helping after all? So, that’s what I did.
I guess yesterday taught me that I need them. As of today, I'm taking them again. I only have 2 months worth of perscription left so, after the first of the year, I'll have to go to a neurologist again. I guess we'll cross that bridge when we get there. For now, I'm just going to rest. I went to work half a day today but I was too sore and pooped to finish out the day. Also, Peanut started throwing up at home so I elected to come home and take care of him and me. I'm not sure if I'll be going tomorrow or not. Tonight will tell, I'm sure.

Monday, October 24, 2011

Preparations

Totally blessed today by a co-practicum-er. She is also studying for her National Counselor Exam and has already purchased the CD study guide. And today, SHE LET ME BORROW IT!!! So, I'm currently downloading all the material to my computer. I feel totally spoiled -- especially considering that this CD set retails for around $80!
 I also found an app on my smart phone to help me study. It has a study mode as well as a test mode. Before even studying, I took a practice test and scored a 77%. It takes about an 80-85% score on the actual exam to pass, so I figure I'm not too far off!!! That was definitely encouraging. Also, I learned that the new procedure for the test requires me to go to a testing site (surprisingly, at an H&R Block location) and take the exam on the computer instead of using a Scantron form. (You know, those little "fill in the bubble" sheets.) Anyway, with the new procedure, I get my results IMMEDIATELY instead of waiting up to 6 weeks with the old system!
So, some more studying (thanks to my new CDs) and $325 and I'll be ready! I'll let you know more as the day approaches...

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Creating Balance

I'm convinced that when something becomes "mine" it must emanate a certain smell that my children find irresistible... It doesn't matter the actual value of the item, it could be a piece of toast or my new high heels, either way, they want it. My bed, for example, is irresistible. It doesn't seem to matter if I'm going to be in it or not, because its mine - they want it. The same goes for whatever I've decided to drink, eat or watch. My seat on the couch. My new water bottle. My love for scrapbooking....     I suppose I could view this as a compliment -- imitation is the sincerest form of flattery -- but most of the time it just feels claustrophobic.    I seem to have a hard time with sharing and with giving up my personal space. I blame it partly on growing up as an only child, but I have to lay most of the blame at my own feet - I just tend to be on the selfish side. 
When I begin to feel encroached upon and start to feel like I'm being smothered, I vacillate between feeling guilty for not wanting to share my time or space and feeling totally frustrated at how demanding my children can be. I'm starting to realize that if I stay on top of it, if I make sure that I take little breaks before I become totally overwhelmed, things tend to go much more smoothly.
Lowell handles this same issue much differently than I do. He seems to have no problem demanding his personal space and time. For example, he has no problem locking the bathroom door whereas 95% of the time, I have at least one child walk in on me. Likewise, he has no problem insisting that they entertain themselves when he wants time to himself or if he wants time for he and I to spend together. I, on the other hand, tend to feel guilty about making similar requests of the kids.
I'm happy to say that I'm getting better at setting appropriate boundaries about how much I let myself be available to the babies. I know that they want my time, focus, affection and attention but I have also learned that its not healthy for me or for them to have my "open" sign out 24/7. They are learning to be more self-sufficient and I'm learning to give myself a little more freedom. Some days I feel good about the balance I've imposed, while other days I know I've let the scale go too far in one direction or the other.
In the past, I would dwell on those failures. Now, I'm working on learning from them and moving on. I still have days where I let guilt and regret get to me but not nearly as much as in the past. Its a process, and, as much as I hate it, I'm trying to give myself grace to learn through trial and error.
I'm blessed that I have children who know their mom isn't perfect but who love me and want to spend time with me anyway.... Sometimes, I guess I'm just a little over-blessed but I wouldn't have it any other way. :)

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Home

Today I was talking to a friend on the phone and she was worried that I was talking and driving at the same time. I made the comment, "I'm already home." And that got me thinking... Home is an interesting word. It can mean a physical building, it can mean a feeling of well-being, of safety and security, or it can be something else entirely. To some people, there is a town that will always feel like home, or a country or an area... To others, there is a specific building that conjures up all the feelings associated with "home". For me, there is a place that seems like home, an area, and a group of people, but the over-riding sense of home for me comes from one special person. Wherever Lowell is, that's home. Wherever we move, Angels Camp, Jackson, California, Arizona, whether we live in a house or apartment, my home is with Lowell.
And I feel so blessed that God has given me this safe place to fall, this place of stability and peace, of trust and encouragement. Lowell is not perfect, but I choose not to focus on the imperfect, but instead on the intention. A couple years ago, Lowell dedicated a song to me. The story told in the song is that of a man who feels he needs to improve in various areas of his life and that this woman gives him the strength to keep trying. There is one line though, that is particularly special to me. It says, "For all the things I've failed to do, I've never failed at loving you."  Lowell hasn't been the "perfect" husband (and Lord knows, I am FAR from the perfect wife) but through it all, he has never stopped loving me. By his own admission, he has never questioned his decision to marry me, to be the father of our children... He doesn't regret any of the time that we've spent together and says that, in fact, he loves that I'm his wife and still loves spending time with me and looks forward to our future together.
No matter where I am, with a husband like that, how could I not feel at home???

This picture was taken during our weekend in Tucson. It wasn't a pleasant reason to take a trip, but I am so thankful that we went away together. We bonded, we shared and talked and got closer than we've been in awhile. We laughed and played like teenagers. We went to dinner, we played at an arcade and we talked about our life together - our future, our priorities, where we wanted our family to go in the future and how we planned on getting there. We thoroughly enjoyed the 24 hours that we spent together. I have always been thankful for my husband but this trip reminded me of how blessed I am by him. He has definitely never failed at loving me. And he has taught me all about "home" - feeling safe and warm and welcome and loved. He has taught me to trust and shown me how to lighten up and have fun... Wherever he is, that's home to me. And there's no other way I'd want it to be.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Eating and Growing

Just had to share my newest favorite picture of my Little Man. He's really enjoying solid foods and I am loving how much longer he sleeps at night on those days when he has his fruit or veggies.                                            As of now, he's tried (and loved) sweet potatoes, applesauce, bananas, pears, sweet peas, and peaches. He's not a big fan of cereal, so I've been mixing it in with the baby food to thicken it up a bit and so he gets the added nutrition. He is getting much better at holding his head up when he lays on his stomach but he still hasn't mastered rolling over.
One of my favorite things about babies is how disproportionate they are. And ever since I showed this silliness to Nathan, he has come to appreciate it too. Here he is, demonstrating how short Peanut's arms are compared to the size of his head. Can you imagine not being able to touch your fingers together over your head?? Doing your hair would be nearly impossible! Its a good thing Peanut has me as his personal stylist or else he'd have bed head every day! :)  
On the subject of Nathan, I just love that boy. I was so blessed by a conversation that we had a couple nights ago. He is in the habit of asking me to come spend some one-on-one time with him in the evenings when the kids lay down to read before bed. Some days he has something important that he wants to share about school or his day, but other times he just wants his mom's company. On this particular night, Nathan felt like he needed to apologize for his attitude toward Jillian. You see, Nathan has a servant's heart. He serves with me in the toddler room at church every Sunday, he is always quick to open my car door, he says "Ladies first" and holds open the door when we enter a building, and he likes to use his muscles to help me carry and move things...  But when it comes to Jillian, he really struggles with his attitude. He has a hard time with the fact that she doesn't contribute as much as he does to the family effort. For example, when the kids carry in groceries, Jillian doesn't carry as many bags as Nathan or Chloe do.
So on this evening, he wanted to talk about how I had called him on his bad attitude toward his sister. After listening to him recount various times where he felt like Jillian wasn't equally participating, I asked him if he wanted me to help him understand or if he just wanted to share his feelings with me.
He said he wanted help understanding. So, I explained to him -- Jillian is six. I tried to show the difference that three years makes both physically and developmentally in the life of a child. I used the toddlers that we work with as an example. Some of them are three -- Jillian is six. I had him think about the differences between the little ones and his sister. And then pointed out that she is three years younger than he is. At this point, I saw the light bulb above his head begin to glow...
Then I asked Nathan if I was a good mom. When he said I was, I explained that I make mistakes all the time, but I'm learning and growing as I go. And his job is to love me while I learn. Its the same with his sister; she's learning how to share, how to be assertive without being bossy, how to contribute to the family... And our job is to love her while she learns. I assured him that, eventually, she'll get there and that its his job to be a good role model and to keep on loving her.
I definitely saw the glow of the light bulb at this point, but also a little bit of disappointment. This wasn't the answer he wanted. I wasn't telling him that Jillian was in trouble or that I was going to talk to her. Instead, I was asking him to do the hard work -- to love his sister even when she is irritating and frustrating.
Isn't that how it goes? We talk to God and tell him how frustrated we are with people in our lives, how much we want them to change... And the response we get is that they are not our responsibility -- our only job is to keep loving them while they learn. Easier said than done, but our job, and Nathan's job, nonetheless.

Spirit Week

At Odyssey Prepatory Academy, this week is all about spirit. Yesterday was Hero Day - come to school dressed as your favorite hero. Jillian wanted to be Word Girl from the PBS series of the same name but unfortunately, Nathan could not find his cape and her idea of wearing her underwear on the outside of her shorts was veto-ed. So, no superhero. Chloe and Nathan weren't interested in participating in Hero Day. Today is a different story. We're been planning for Crazy Sock and Crazy Hair day for weeks. These are the results of our planning. Jillian is Pippy Longstocking -- or, in her words, Hippie Lockingston. She simply cannot get that poor girl's name right. Chloe's head ended up looking like a soccer ball. She was thrilled with the results. She has 9 ponytails, all with different colored rubber bands.  They are both wearing crazy socks, too although you can't tell by these pictures. Chloe is sporting her tall, fuzzy purple striped socks that were a gift from one of the nurses when she had her appendix taken out. Jillian is wearing the yellow pair of socks that we tye-dyed especially for this occassion. Yellow is her new favorite color.

Nathan was much more hesitant to participate... His hair is getting long and he is in need of a haircut so my proposition was that we shave the sides of his head, like we're going to anyway when he gets a haircut, but leave the middle portion long so that he can have a mohawk for just one day. Or, we could just gel out all his long hair so that he has a 'fro going on.... Neither of these ideas were acceptable and in fact, he looked at me like I suggested he go to school in a dress. Up until the last minute, I was trying to convince him that it is okay to look silly in the name of school spirit. He wasn't having anything to do with the idea. Lowell even got on board and encouraged him, to no avail. In the end, he went to school with normal hair but wearing my black striped socks. I will celebrate small victories, I suppose. :) 

When we got to school and the kids were waiting to get out of the car, Chloe started getting nervous, wondering if she was going to be the only one in her class with crazy hair. She was very relieved when we saw some of the other students walking to class with even crazier, more outrageous hairstyles.

I have a very different view of spirit week as a mother than I did as a student. I appreciate that, in a school where the dress code is VERY strict, they allow the students the freedom to be expressive on these days. They still have to wear their uniform, but at least they can accessorize 4 days out of the year. Also, I like how my children are learning to be individuals and to not be afraid of expressing themselves. I like that they are learning to take risks without knowing if they will be accepted by their peers, and that, at least my girls, are okay with standing out and being different. I am hoping that they are learning to be leaders -- leaders that can encourage their fellow students to be involved in appropriate, safe, fun activities instead of those that are against the rules or those that detract from their educational experiences.
I was very impressed with Lowell last night when he was talking to Nathan about having school spirit. Lowell was not one to get involved in these types of things when he was growing up and he openly admits it. But last night, he shared with the kids that he believes he would be better at dealing with people, making friends, and being in crowds, if he learned early to be part of a group - to be part of the student body. I was really surprised and very pleased that he took the time to share his experiences. I think his input may have been what got Nathan into my socks this morning. So, thanks Daddy -- we love you!

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Our Awesome Saturday

Believe it or not, this is a house where the kids and I enjoyed half of our Saturday. There was a private party organized for the families of the kids who go to Odyssey school. While there, I met the owners of the home and learned that they go to our church too. They were both very nice. The husband is a contractor and the wife is a real estate agent. The kids had such a good time. If you look closely you can see Jillian and Nathan lying on the merry go round. When I took this picture, Chloe was in the pool. She and her friend Talon were jumping off the ledge.
The pool, deep end, diving board and 40 ft. waterslide seen here, and the river and hot tub (Just off to the right of this picture) were the kids' favorite part of the day. The water was pretty cold, but they braved it nonetheless.
Nathan and Chloe both jumped off this ledge multiple times and swam underneath the waterfall as well. Jillian tried the waterslide a couple times, but (even to me) IT WAS FAST!!! She wasn't so much scared by the waterslide, but she was unsure about swimming to a safe zone once she was dumped off the end. The water was 10 feet deep and it was quite a swim from one side to the other. I couldn't get in the water to help her because it was just too cold for Wyatt.

To the right of this picture is the volleyball court and the huge garage that they are currently using as a reception hall for weddings etc. The airplane you can see in the bottom of the picture is a tetter-totter.    This picture was taken early in the day before most of the people arrived. They split the day into two sections -- kindergarten - 4th graders were welcome from 9-12pm and then the older students came at 1. We got there at 9:15 and it was fun to watch the people arrive and marvel at the facilities. Almost without fail, people would show up, look around, and then get their cell phone out and call someone. :)

This is the shallow end of the pool. The palm tree off to the left of this picture sprayed water too, but it was turned off. In the background, you can see the house. This picture is taken looking toward their living room. They had a huge fireplace with a beautiful sign above it that said "Fear Not for I have overcome the world"  One of the girls who live in the house was acting as a lifeguard for the party. I went over to talk to her and found out she is expecting a baby. I had Wyatt in the little front pack thing. She asked me for some advice about baby stuff. I hope I run into them at church so I can say Hello.
I made sure each of the kids went to the homeowners and thanked them but it would be nice for them to make a thank you card to give the Sosnicki's.
Jillian's favorite part of the day was that she got to spend time with her friend Kristen who went to the Goodyear campus of Odyssey this year. It was great because I was able to talk to her mom and exchange contact info so that the girls can get together soon! Kristen has an older brother who is Chloe's age. He likes Star Wars, so I think this might be a match made in heaven -- Nathan doesn't have a lot of friends who like Star Wars. We have a play date already set for next weekend but maybe for the weekend after that one. Chloe has a little friend who had a sleepover a couple months ago that she would like to have over so we should be able to make everyone happy. :)  Another part of the grounds that you can't see in these pictures was the trampoline. The special thing about this trampoline was that it was set into the ground. The bouncy part of the trampoline was at ground level, so it was like the ground was bouncy! There was a sign asking for there to be only one child on the trampoline at a time and because I wanted them to follow the rules, they only bounced a couple times. They just didn't have the patience to wait for all the other kids who weren't taking turns.   
This is Chloe jumping off the waterfall. She was quite the daredevil. :) There was also a petting zoo off to the side of the house. They had an adult pot-bellied pig and a little piglet, a big white bunny, a pygmy goat, a pony, two tortoses, a lamb and a bunch of birds in a big cage. During the party, they let the kids into the pens to help feed the animals. Jillian and Kristen went in but Nathan and Chloe were too entertained with the pool and the merry-go-round.     I have a hard time believing they will forget about this day any time soon!!!   

Thursday, October 13, 2011

The Little Fella That the Mama Loves

This is a beautiful quilt that Wyatt's Great - Great Grandma sent to him last week... Its finally getting cool enough at night for him to actually use it.
Just wanted to share some new pictures! :)

Integrity

I was watching a re-run of The Wonder Years the other day. (I had forgotten how much I love that show!) It was one of the later episodes, Kevin was a sophomore in high school. The storyline was all about an English class with a teacher who didn't abide by the normal rules. She changed the reading list, cutting out "Ivanhoe" and replacing it with "Cather in the Rye"; she didn't take attendance; and didn't give normal grades, only pass/no pass. After pressure from the administration, she decided to give "normal grades" - well, kind of. She allowed the students to select their own grades.  Why do I mention this? After this episode, my kids mentioned that their music teacher does the same thing. They are responsible for grading themselves every day. There are two catagories for the grades, with 5 points possible in each catagory. They grade themselves 1-5 in how well they did in class - how well they listened, followed directions, etc. And then they give themselves up to 5 points based on how prepared they were for class - did they bring a pencil, their book, their instrument, etc.
I was really surprised -- this is a pretty big responsibility to give to 8 and 9 year olds. Of course, I was curious what kind of thought was going into the process. Were they just giving themselves As because they could? Nathan said that he's given himself straight 5s with how well he does in class but that he's had to give himself a couple 4s because of forgetting his pencil. Chloe said she has given herself all 5s, but that she hasn't forgotten anything. :)
I was impressed that real thought and real honesty were at work in this process. I talked to the kids about integrity and how proud I was of them for doing the right thing, even when there were no real consequences for lying and even when their grades were on the line. I just love my kiddos so much! What a blessing they are to my heart!

Friday, October 7, 2011

4 months

I have a four month old baby. One year ago, I thought my life was over. I had no idea what God had planned for me - how He was going to work things out, how we would make it work with an infant, how our children would be affected by a new baby, how Lowell would adjust to having another baby... How my career goals would be affected, how we could afford it... I still don't know some of those answers. I don't know how we are going to afford our family but I do know I have a wonderful husband who works very hard to take care of us. I also know I have a Heavenly Father who has promised to meet all our needs according to His riches which are limitless. We've gotten creative and we're going to make it work. We always do.
As for our children, they are more in love with this baby than I've ever seen older siblings be... Chloe and Nathan are especially dedicated to him. Jillian is a little young still but she's adjusting. :) She's just not used to not being the baby anymore. Lowell has fallen in love with Wyatt and he's thankful that things worked out how they did. That is a blessing that I couldn't be more thankful for.
Jillian has to take a picture of her family to school next week and I realized that we don't have one - not one iwth all 6 of us. So, that's on the agenda for this weekend. I'll post it when we get one and I'm sure I'll make extra copies so that I can send some to the family.

At four months, Wyatt weighs 12 lbs 7oz -- that puts him in the 5th percentile for weight (95% of 4 month olds weigh more than him) and he's in the 25th percentile for length (75% of 4 month old babies are longer than him). His head size puts him in the 25th percentile too, so he's porportionate and the doctor isn't worried. He's definitely gaining weight and we're started him on solid foods. So far he's only had bananas; doctors recommend that you keep a baby on only one food at a time - for three days in a row so that if an allergy arises, you can be sure what the reaction is to. He's not allergic to bananas. Today we're moving on to applesauce or sweet potatoes. The kids are thrilled that he's sitting in his high chair and that they can feed him.

Very first solid food -- bananas. That's Daddy feeding him. :)

He has two teeth broken through now and he's drooling all over the place. :) At his doctor's appointment yesterday, he got three shots and they didn't go so well. He actually ended up getting stuck 4 times and the first injection really bled a lot. The weather here has also changed dramatically in the past 4 or 5 days. We went from 110 highs and 90 degree lows to yesterday that was 73 degrees and got down to 50 last night. We haven't been turning on our air conditioner so its been a really dramatic change... The teething and the temperature changes have led Wyatt to another cold. The point of all these seemingly unrelated facts are that I have a very cranky baby.  He's bruised, sore, teething, stuffy, and not sure if he wants his bottle or real food.... Its proving more and more difficult to get him to sleep because he's learning to hold things. His little batting hands continuously knock his bottle out of his mouth and then he gets frustrated.
On the positive side, he's grinning ALL THE TIME and he finally laughed at me yesterday! He can hold up his weight on his legs and he likes to grab things including hair, necklaces, toys and his bottle. On the negative side, at four months, he should be able to roll over from front to back. Wyatt can't. He HATES being on his stomach. He just throws his arms out and plants his face in the floor and screams. He will not try to roll over. On rare occassions, he will lift up his head and try to get stronger, without crying, but for the most part, its just leaving his there, monitoring to be sure he can breath and letting him cry. I hope he learns this quickly - I avoid even putting him on his stomach because he hates it so much, but the pediatrician insists that I do it daily... Prayers that Wyatt is a quick learner! :)

Saturday, October 1, 2011

Blessed by Deb

I'd venture a guess that anyone reading this most likely hasn't seen me in the past 12 months or so... Over the past year, I've lost 50lbs. I credit this to an act of God -- well, two acts of God. First was that I was praying for help with my weight and praying for self-discipline etc. and the second that I got pregnant. When I was pregnant, sugar made me sick. I didn't want anything to do with sweets and I had very little appetite of any kind. I still don't have much of an appetite and I try to eat sugar even though it still makes me kind of nauseous... I want to have it just because it tastes good, but it still doesn't agree with my body. I count this an incredible blessing and I'm thrilled with the results. That being said, I had one major issue with losing weight. I can't wear any of my old clothes and, not having extra money for a new wardrobe, this posed a problem. Enter Deb. I met Deb when she was volunteering at the domestic violence shelter where I worked. She was unofficially "assigned" to me and we've become friends. Deb loves to give presents almost as much as she loves to give compliments. And so she has blessed me, more than once now, with bags of clothes. She's given me casual clothes and those appropriate for work... And every time I see her, she makes at least two or three comments about how "great" I look. Over the 9-11 weekend, my church has a service to honor heroes and the congregation was asked to invite people in our lives who we view as heros. I invited two people - Abby, my friend from college, and Deb. Abby because she and I have a lot of similiar struggles and issues and I admire how she deals with hers. Deb because she is such an encouragement to me. She tries to convince me that I give her more in our friendship than she gives me but I'm not convinced. Tonight she got some upsetting news and called me to help her through it. It doesn't seem like much, but I'm glad I could be a listening ear for her. She has certainly been a blessing to me, so I hope I can be a blessing in return. I have a whole closet full of payback to work on!

Exer-saucer

Love this picture -- just had to share. We finally got an exer-saucer and, so far, Peanut has been entertained. :) He still can't sit up without help, so he gets propped up with blankets but I think he's going to really love it as he gets a little older. Right now, his feet can touch the bottom when he sticks them straight out. Its awesome because its adjustable as he grows...
I know this picture doesn't look like it, but he is happy, really! :) And when he's happy - Mama's happy.