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I had forgotten about my Goodreads.com account (and my login info) so I started a new one. What I’m trying to say - if you’re on there you’ll be getting a friend request from me soon.
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Six.
Lord help us.
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the law of this land.
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25 Weeks
Well, my boy is 25 weeks old, and he started crawling tonight. Sure it is a wobbly kind of crawling. Really more like a 3 legged dog type thing, but it is crawling nonetheless.
Now, if only he would sleep through the night.
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My how time does fly!
It doesn’t seem that long ago that I posted to this blog, but looking back I see that it’s been way too long. My boys are growing, and I realize that a lot of family members have only gotten to know our newest arrival, Jaxten, through the writings and pictures of him here.
What can I say about Jaxten? Well, I could say lots, because after all there is lots that could be said about a 3 month old. :) I could ramble on and on about how cute it is when he “belly laughs” and grins from ear to ear. I could talk about the spit bubbles he blows that cover his chin. I could talk about his love for stage 1 pears. There are lots of tales that I could tell on the little booger. I remember when we first arrived home that we gave him a bath in the bathroom sink. Obviously, this will no longer work.
Yesterday someone looked at him and said, “Is he 6 or 7 months old?” I smiled and said, “Nope. 3.” Their jaw dropped accordingly.
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It’s Been a While
I realized the other day that I had completely forgotten about this blog. I’m kind of bad for stuff like that. Linda told me one day that she was worried that I would walk off and forget Jaxten somewhere. haha. It hasn’t happened yet! :p
There’s not a whole lot to talk about. He eats good, he sleeps good. He’s an all around good baby. Most of the time he’s completely happy as long as his essential needs have been met. But lawd if he gets hungry you better grab some ear plugs.
I absolutely love taking care of him and being with him. I couldn’t ask for anything more.
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He said, “Bye Mom.”
Just like he had never been my baby at all, and they wheeled him off to put more tubes into his tiny little ears. Jordan, my grown up 5 year old. He wasn’t even scared. Wasn’t worried the least little bit, and stuck his tongue out at me as they wheeled him by in the hospital bed. I, on the other hand, was worried, but moped my way back outside to the waiting room where they told me I could watch his progress on a monitor. The monitor said things such as “Pre-Op” “OP ready” and blah blah.. to tell you what stage they were in. Before the OP beside his name even lit up (meaning they had started) Dr. Sewell walked out and said “Perkins.” I thought, “MY GOD THEY’VE KILLED HIM ALREADY!??!” But no, they were already finished.
Just like that. It was over. I walked in the back and there he was in his tiger print hospital gown still smiling, but this time with a popsicle in his mouth.
Now it’s time to go get the other one. The one who is, for now, still my baby.
