Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Poopy Poo

There are many reasons why I call my son poopy, but the main reason I give him that lovely nickname is because almost everything he has is centered around winnie the pooh. Is crib has pooh sheets, he has a million stuffed pooh's, a bunch of pooh blankets and outfits, and other misc. pooh toys and paraphernalia. Thus, he is my little "pooh-py." Anyway, I'm sure this is all facinating and everything, but apparently some people think it is weird that I call him that. Believe me, I have heard crazier nicknames for children. I mean I have heard it all. Skid muffin, teeny tooter, skunk pants, and on and on it goes. I believe I myself was pumpernickel? Well point is, poopy fits for my little Richard and I plan on calling him that until he realizes what "poopy" is.


Exactly.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Oh what a week thus far...

Lots and lots of running around lately. And yet where did I go? These past couple days have been one giant blur.

I'm sitting amongst a pile of dirty laundry, misc. baby items that need to be put away, and misc. Jessica items that also need to be put away and realize that I have yet to pick up MORE of our stuff from Richie's and put that away as well. All that to say, I'm stressed.

But I found comfort today in little things. My son's bright smile, a hummed tune from my childhood days, an e-mail from an old friend, and a randomly chosen Bible verse: "And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity." 1 Cr. 13:13


Love is great.


Little Richie (aka poopie) and his cousin on their way outside for a walk. They both fell asleep within the first two minutes, but it's the fresh air that counts. I enjoyed a nice walk with Richie's sister Leah at any rate. God, family, and friends is all I need.

I feel good =]

Friday, March 13, 2009

A Post



I don't know why, but it bothers me a whole lot when I don't update this. Not even because my life is important or I have anything that profound to say, but because I just feel like writing and half the time I never do. It's something simple that I want to indulge myself with.


I should be packing right now, but hey I work best under pressure. I'll run around like a mad woman and do it all last minute as usual.




My poopie is gonna be three months old soon and it saddens me. I want to enjoy every second of his life but I feel like I'm gone so often that I miss special moments. Well not exactly; I am always here for those cute milestone moments. I just want to spend every moment talking to him and cuddling him and playing with him...even sleeping with him! I love him so much it's scary =]




He talks so much for his age (as in coos so much for his age of course) and he sucks his tiny little thumb and it all just makes him seem so much older than he actually is. Oh my poopie, may you stay a baby forever and ever, amen.





Don't we all just love that little thumbs up?! Ah my poopie!!!

Anyway, other than being a mommy, not much else is of importance right now. School is, and always will be, just plan old school. It's tough sometimes trying to get everything to balance out, but it is what it is and it must be done.

I need to find some time to read more books.