Hadn't posted in a few days, so I thought I'd share some goofy pictures of a week or so ago. We were at a party at Grandma's (Branden's) house and Caden was making us all laugh when he started imitating his Aunt Shantel's (Branden's sister) fishy faces. He thought he was the center of attention...and of course, he was.
And this is (still) what we wake up to every morning. He is the happiest little snot right out of bed..he immediately is full of bounces and giggles and absolutely raring to go for the day. Here he is fresh out of bed, full of life and ready to live it to its baby fullest. How can I not love it?
I love this child so much, some days it feels impossible to contain. I am so absolutely blessed to have him here, crooked as he came out. I love everything about him, and I thank my Heavenly Father daily for the opportunity I've been given to be handed this special, sweet soul to raise. What a show of trust on my Father's part, to make me a mother to him. I hope that I am, and might continue to be, able to do that job the justice my little Nugget deserves. I love you, Monster.
It's a sad, sad day for me. I've had a Pound Puppy since I was about 6 years old. I've played with him, slept with him, and generally had him around wherever I go since I got him. Even since I got married, I've had him with me. Well, I knew this day would come eventually, but still I wasn't prepared for it. I've lost this Pound Puppy. He has been assimilated by none other than:
He was having a hard time going down for an afternoon nap today; he was SO tired but just wouldn't sleep. So I took him into our bedroom to wrestle on the bed. Well after just a few minutes he started snuggin with the Pound Puppy so I laid him down again with the puppy and lo and behold, he went right to sleep. So I left it in his crib for bedtime, and when I checked on him at about 10 tonight, I found his seahorse moved out of the way and the puppy over his chest. Goofy boy.
Or rather, he HAS a shiner (apologies for the lack of blogage, life became crazy), over his right eye. His very first. Mommy's so proud -insert sarcasm here-
Yesterday he was standing by the glass door leading to our deck, wanted to move to the sofa a few feet away, reached out to grab the drums to get there...but missed and landed eyeball-first on the edge of the stand. Here's some progressive shots of the beauty: First one is just a normal straight-on shot of it, but it's half hidden by his eyelid/eyeball - just wait, it gets better...
This one is a little closer view of it, from a little more underneath, you can see the swelling a lot better here:
Here's the real winner - close-up, with his eyelid kind of pulled up so you can see what a pretty dark red eyeshadow he's sporting:
It's a good things kids are so durable, this is a tough age on them (and on Mommy's nerves)!
