YES, WE REALLY DO HAVE EIGHT!

YES, We Really Do Have Eight!

I love babies. When my babies hit their first birthday, I long once again for that tiny helpless little person that smells like baby powder and doesn't squirm away when you're staring at his beautiful little face. Now don't get me wrong. I love the other stages too. I laugh out loud when I hear the jibber jabber of his first words (Jackson). I giggle when I see one dance hysterically when she hears a Justin Bieber song (Bekkah). I beam with pride when she puts gospel principals into action as she prepares for her upcomming baptism (Emily). I am amazed over and over as he accepts and conquers challenges far beyond his years (Ammon). I burst with pride as I watch his determination and drive in all that he sets his mind to (Zane). I melt when I see the empathy, and concern she has for others (Mckenzie). I have to catch my breath when I see him snuggle with his baby brother (Zachary). I am amazed as I read his letters from his mission (Tres). I guess I just love it all. And this is why I have, despite my horrible pregnancies, we have eight beautiful, talented, amazing, wonderful children!







Thursday, June 18, 2009

Buzzed


Jackson is a GREAT baby. He loves sitting in his brothers' laps while they play video games. He's happy hanging out in his swing. Heck, he's even content laying in his bed with his baby gym to stare at. He never crys unless he's hungry or needs a diaper change. Well today he was rotten! And I mean ROTTEN! He was fine this morning, but by mid day...WOW! I tried nursing, I tried a bottle of juice, I held him, rocked him, even put him in the carseat and took him for a little ride (that worked until I stopped the car). I actully was getting a little worried, maybe he was sick. Daddy came home around 6:30 and picked him up and snuggled for a minute and he was fine. I couldn't figure it out. What's dad got that I don't? It really started bugging me. I could see if he was older, my little kids like daddy way better than me. (I'm the mean one) But he's four months old--I should be the favorite...I provide the nourishment! Then it dawned on me...Dr. Pepper. I bought a drink this morning when I got gas and the lemonade wasn't working at the fountain, so I got Dr. Pepper. I don't drink it much these days. I was once a die hard, (two 44oz per day) Pepper Head. The headaches got really bad though, so since I was off of it during my pregnancy (couldn't keep it down!) I decided "no more addiction, I'm done." After today it seals the deal. I'm never drinking it again!! (okay, never is a strong word... maybe just not while I'm nursing)

3 comments:

Sharla said...

That's too funny! What a true sacrifice to make for Jackson. Good luck with the Lemonade.

Kathy P said...

That is too funny.

Ryan was so finicky that i couldn't even spell the word chocolate... just one chocolate chip left him in rages!! So the entire time I nursed him, no chocolate! It was aweful. Maybe that is why I nursed him less than his older brothers...

Tami said...

My poor children--the Diet Coke is one thing I have never been willing to part with! It kept me sane--and probably kept them alive some days! You're a better woman than I am!

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