I am officially counting the third tooth in. I have seen the edge of it for the past week or two, but today it is really visible. It is tooth #D. The edge of tooth #G has peeked through as well, but I am not counting it in yet, because I can feel it, but can barely see it. We had our Valentine's Day lunch at church today. Ethan and Joshua were playing on the floor and Joshua was scooting along side of Ethan. They looked so cute. I took a video that I will post. Ethan was "talking" to Joshua while doing it. Ethan really loves other kids.
Yesterday, Ethan stayed with HotMama and Papa while I went to a friend's baby shower. They had such a good time together. I wish that I had takens some pictures. I will have to remember my camera next time. Ethan loves his Granny. She sent him home with new clothes and toys and a $20 bill for his pig. Every dollar in there is from her and I am going to make him save it. His piggy bank is really a turtle, so I guess I shouldn't call it a pig.
Nin gave Oswald and I some homework. She wants us each to describe our life in 6 words. I have until tomorrow. Of course the obvious comes to mind. Mother. Wife. Daughter. Friend. But there is so much more to my life than can be summarized in 6 words. I would like my 6 words to encompass everything. Besides what I have just written, I am free, American, a woman, a Christian, forgiven, blessed, happy, loving, sad, I've made mistakes, big and small, I'm silly, a worrier, a lover, a dental hygienist, a student, the list goes on and on. Of course, having Ethan is the best part of my life. I will post whatever I come up with.
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you're also "mybestfriendceci."
Those cute little shoes! Wait until the time comes when your "little" one is approaching two years old and you're rummaging through his clothes, picking the ones to give away, donate, or sell. Then, you come across "that one outfit", the one you remember so well that you took that adorable picture in and always dressed him in to show him off. It's so small, so tiny, and you look at the tag and it says "o-3 months." And then, your eyes fill with tears and for just one fleeting moment, you think "maybe, just maybe, anoth.... naaaaaaa." :-) and you bask in the moment and realize that THIS is what the next 18 years (at least) are going to be like. Then you smile, tenderly wrap the outfit in acid-free tissue paper, tie a bow around it, and save it for 30 years from now when you pass it on to your little boy's little boy.
awwwwww. kt, that was sweet!! admit it, you're going to have another!!! hahaha! you are also my best friend!
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