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Monday, 04 August 2008

Beautiful Moments

Every night before I go to bed I check on Con and re-tuck him in. I have done this since his first night home. Now that he is older I have thought of giving it up but somehow I can't. I don't want to. It is a highlight of every night, a moment in my day I look forward too. He is always so calm and precious. Something, that at the end of a long stressful day has a way of rubbing off on me. This particular night I slowly crack open his door careful not to wake him. The light from the hall creeps in slowly filling the room. Something out of the ordinary catches my eye. His tiny little hand peeks out from under his crib bumper. As I stood there I feel deep love come over me. The kind that I can only describe as a beautiful ache. The kind that I have only known since becoming a mother. I kneel down and kiss his finger tips. They are soft and warm. I close my eyes and take in a deep breath, trying to savor his beautiful baby sent. Somehow he always smells sweet. I know I have to capture this moment. I slowly back out of the room careful not to disturb him. Reaching his door I turn and run down the stairs for my trusty camera. In the back of my mind, a single thought: "I hope the flash doesn't wake him". Now back in his room I hold my breath and focus the lens. CLICK...FLASH! Then silence. I peek in over the side of his crib to see if he had woken. His little chest held a steady rhythm, slowly rising and falling. His face peaceful. I had taken a chance, but in the end I have one of the sweetest pictures. Every time I see this I feel my heart expand with love, and a warmth coming from some wear deep within. I will have this memory with me long after the moment is gone. after the picture is faded. I wonder to myself "how many more moments like this will I be blessed with. How much longer will I feel this overwhelming love. Will this deep bond that we now share slowly diminish to a steady respect for one another." As I climb into my bed and lay my head on the pillow, I say my prayers for Conrad. Thanking God with all that I am for the precious son he has blessed me with. For these beautiful moments, come what may; that will be with me forever.

Monday, 21 April 2008

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Conrad's fun!

Conrad playing in his sandbox for the first time!

He got the hang of it quick and had a lot of fun.

Dan thinks his hat is too girlie!

Doing the taste test. He must have liked it somewhat because he had
a few handfuls.

This is his new little pool we bought him today, it was a little cold but
we had fun splashing.

More splashing.

"Hey ladies, you like my birdie?" What a little stud!!!

And this is Con saying "All done" His swim suit is a hand me down
he has like 4 now.
So con is walking a lot and being very independent, except when someone else wants to hold him, then he wants "mama".
This morning he said "Hi Dada" only we swear it sounded like hi-ya-dada. It surprised us and we so cute! Today I dropped his middle nursing so now he's down to morning and night. He did good today with all the rest of his food. It's sad to be weening but we all know it's the right time for us and it's going smoothly so far.
I hope you all enjoy his pictures, as before there are more on my Facebook page.

Thursday, 27 March 2008

This is SOO Funny!!!! Yoy MUST read it! I think my cat Trucker wrote this.

Dog Diary:

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!

9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!

9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!

10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!

12:00 PM - Lunch! My favorite thing!

1:00 PM - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!

3:00 PM - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!

5:00 PM - Milk bones! My favorite thing!

7:00 PM - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!

8:00 PM - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!

11:00 PM - Sleeping on the people bed! My favorite thing!

CAT DIARY:

Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt
me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on
fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some
sort of dry nuggets.

Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I
nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an
attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I
decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I
had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly
demonstrates what I am capable of.

However, they merely made condescending comments about what a
'good little hunter' I am. Bastards!

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was
placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event.
However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that
my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what
this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

This morning I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one
of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must
try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.

The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and
seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with
the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My
captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell,
so he is safe.

For now...

Cat

Sunday, 23 March 2008

Conrad's First Birthday!

Our family photo. My sister took like ten pics of us because Dan was so antsy. This is the only wear he is looking at the camera! He is so bad! And just like our Christmas picture Con has his hand in his mouth.

My big birthday boy! So cute!

Mama & Con. (Check out my false eyelashes!)

So cute. He was a little clingy from teething.

His favorite toy, a rocket ship from us.

Blowing out the candle.

First chocolate cake! He loved it.
We had a great day.