Yours truly is officially 30. I was celebrated so sweetly by all of my friends and family. Josh set up a “birthday hotline” as a surprise to me and asked people to call in and give me birthday wishes. I was so overwhelmed — nearly to tears. Thank you so much for making me feel [...]
Posts from ‘November, 2009’
Happy First Birthday, Grant
My baby is 1. We survived the first year. All of us.
Nursing. Need I say more? Sleeping through the night. Not sleeping through the night. Reflux. Endless amounts of spit-up and laundry because of the reflux. Introducing solid food. Figuring out to give gripe water for gas and teething pain. Learning that teething tablets and [...]
Traditions
One of the traditions in our family is to wake up the birthday person with a muffin and the “birthday bear” and sing Happy Birthday. As you can tell, it makes even the youngest birthday boy feel special.
Traditions are fun to carry out and to start. What is a special tradition in your family?
First Birthday Party
Can it be true? Can it already be time to celebrate our baby’s first birthday? We had a Winnie the Pooh themed party and Grant’s favorite part was definitely the cake, followed closely by the new dump truck he received.
Fun Fall Afternoon
One recent afternoon we headed outside and took some pictures of the Autumn leaves and our sweet boy of course. I wanted to document our last Fall for awhile. I am going to miss the Georgia Autumns. Oh leaves, please don’t go…
First Haircut
Grant had his first haircut on October 2nd. Dorothy from our small group through church cut it for us at her salon.
He was an absolute angel and mighty handsome might I add.
Sweetest Pumpkin in the Patch
One of the things I’ve looked forward to for quite some time is taking Grant to a pumpkin patch in the Fall. We went to Burt’s Pumpkin Farm in Dahlonega, GA.He loved picking up the leaves and putting them in his mouth more than anything I think.
He did not want to keep on the cool [...]
Savoring it
The days fly by and Grant is nearly one whole year old.
It pains me to think he won’t always be this little…that his hand won’t always fit in mine or that I won’t always have his fingerprints on my windows and that the day will come when he won’t want me to rock him to [...]