Thursday, August 12, 2010
All About Baby
It's funny that number 4 at the beginning feels like number one. I bring him home and I am convinced that I did something wrong...he seems uncomfortable, wanting something, maybe doesn't like his new place, a colicky baby, I don't know! His tiny peeps did not last more than a night, and obviously I have no idea what true colic is! Like Enoch, I can not get him to stay awake long enough to even finish nursing.
New born life for me is a vacation to heavenly peace amidst the business of every day life around me. There is really no concept of time where I am, and every glimpse of our little treasure brings Heaven's love into my heart. Of course I will eventually snap out of it, but for now I am enjoying every minute.
Hyrum's "Nip, Nip"
"Hyrum, quieres que Mami corte tus fuzzies?" So, Hyrum pauses sniffing his woof to contemplate my question. He then pulls on a long golden fuzzy and says.."nip, nip" (his version of snip, snip).
So, in a moment of spontaneity and randomness, I decided to play hair stylist/barber. I one- inched the front until I hesitated when the clippers reached his golden curls. Ahh, what was I thinking! I can't bring my hand to those precious curls. Consequently, he remains with a mullet for a day or two, until I can cope with the idea that he no longer is the fuzziest baby. Now he is manlier and cuter than ever!
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
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