Sunday, August 13, 2006
Little man is not one yet but we had a small early party at my parent's house. We put the cake in front of him, and let him go! He had no idea what to do, so Chris put some frosting on his lips, (he is not short on oxygen, like it seems from the pictures!) He never did try and eat it. Hit big blow out will be this Sunday, following his Dedication to the Lord at church. I tried to cut the guest list due to a lot of $ going to the dogs (literally), and my depression, but the guest list is up to over 20 with about 5-6 people spending the night before at our house...Whoops! Good thing is my meds are slowly kicking in, so each day is better and better. Well, that is all for now!
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Had a little haircutting mishap. Sigh. Oh well it's just hair, it will grow back. Lucky for us Liam's hiar grows at the rate of Chris' which seems like over night. It was even shorter 2 days ago when the "incident" occured. That first picture just kills me, doesn't he look like a little boy! Guess what? Today Liam took his first steps! He took about 5 feet worth and he was so excited. Well, later guys!
Saturday, August 05, 2006
Oh my gosh, isn't he just too cute??? I worked back to back shifts so I spent the night at a friends house who lives really close to my job, and I haven't been home in over 24 hours. I can't wait to hug and kiss Little Man in just a bit over 6 hours. Liam looks so much more like a little boy than a baby lately, it is amazing. Neat but kinda sad. No more tiny baby. I just love the way his top row of teeth look when he smiles. Remember how I mentioned, that since he was born, he loves to watch me brush my teeth? Well it has come in handy, because he knows what happens when it is time to have his own teeth brushed and he really likes it. It is so cute when he gets bad breath. I know that sounds weird but it is funny to me.
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Sorry for the lack of posts lately, Liam and I have been sick. Plus I have been having kind of a rough time, being off of my anti-depressants. I keep telling myself now that I am back on them, "only 3 more weeks and then it will get better," but sometimes it is really, really bad. I used to tell people, "I am like a diabetic who needs insulin, except I need Serratonin (sp?)" but I never really believed it. I thought if I wanted it bad enough I could get better on my own. Now I know better.
Well, that is all for now, til later.