Amelia- She is walking like a champ...She is so little that it doesn't even look real, it looks as though she is held up by little strings. She is laying on my lap sleeping and I can hardly believe in just another week she will be a year old. It is just a dream that I was holding her in my arms typing up how much she weighed and her birth story. Time is so sleeting.
She walked in the morning said " football" and held up the ball.. that was almost overwhelming her.. and said "play" ... she is the reflection of life.. Her personality just glows with excitement over everything. She make these looks and I just want to cry how much she acts.. and holds things.. just like my grandmother. I feel like I am raising someone I already know... it's strange and wonderful.. maybe it's just genes but maybe it isn't....
William- He just turned three... My little boy is such a great little guy. He sits up in his carseat and buckles himself. He wants to do everything himself. He changes his "big boy pants" and opens and closes the doors for me. I love how he is becoming independent , yet still likes to give mommy kisses... but saves the BIG HUGS for only Daddy when he comes home. Little hugs are what everyone else gets... I still don't know where he got that from, but it's his little system for sorting the people in his life out.
For his 3rd Birthday he had all his little friends over.. it seems all her can talk about it "Henry coming, Henry coming to play trains!" He has little friends and it's SO CUTE! Everyone has a good time, we grilled out, and Grandma baked him this huge train cake /brownie. It was just so awesome! Unfortunately I had kept my mom out most the night before shopping at kidsmarket ( not the best move to do before your son's birthday party)
Kevin- He's home now... cleaning everything and helping me out for the most part.. but it's quiet now.. he's downstairs watching FOOTBALL! Roll Tide.
Me- I am doing well...going through a almost mid 20's crisis... looking at guitars.. missing the things I used to do. But I also enjoy what I am doing, so maybe I am supposed to leave that stuff behind. But that stuff was everything I identified myself as being. I am really looking forward to the fall.. I have many things to do...I always love the autumn months..
The last Saturday I was at the market.. the cool breeze was swirling around my skirt making it feel like I was a dancer.. I really don't know how one person can savour every single moment... as much as I have these past months. Recollection is only part of it.. but when a moment actually just fills your heart with pure joy.. nothing short of a novel would be able to capture it.
Oh god it's hard to think of what I am... I don't know anymore. I have made my life so happy on little things that's hard to focus on anything as monumental as knowing who I am. I thrive off of little feet pounding their way to me... so how can I put that in a job description... how can I explain that to anyone.
I went to a MOPS(moms of preschoolers) meeting wanting to get out and find some people to meet with on a regular basis.. I guess I should have researched it first as it had more of a religious bent than I had liked. I can handle the whole god thing... that's not t he problem. The problem arises when they find out I don't and will not, believe in anything like that... I am agnostic at best.. I am spiritual in a sense.. but definitely cannot say I believe in a god.. .I just don't... and I think that it will just cause trouble if I stay in a group like that for every long.. because I either become the outcast or.. worse.. someone they will try to "save". I will give it another shot.. the next meeting is at the end of the month so... we shall see. I didn't really get to talk to anyone because I left the kids with my mom.. and mealie for the first time.. so she only would stay for about an 1 1/2 tops.. and my boobs were about to explode. So I will see if we get along so maybe the whole religion thing won't be a big deal for them.. cause it's not a deal breaker for me.
Anyways... back to life.. I got pot pie to make and I might make an apple cobbler if I am feeling really ambitious...
Love always,
Elizabeth...
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