Adventures of a 7 month old

Me and Mommy at the Little Gym, with my new buddies
Did I mention that I LOVE the water?
I just love to play in the grass!
Making new friends (who are the same size as me too.)

Thoughts, just thoughts

This blog is somewhat selfish and not a brag session of my son, but I felt the need to share some things with those that I love...

Today is an odd day for some reason. Everyone around me at work is in this mundane ho-hum mood and it is affecting me like I don't want it to. I mean, come on now, I am the one who is up every 2 hours with a child to care for. LOL. I just wonder what is in the air today. Then on the other hand, I am thinking of this boy who lies in a hospital bed with a massive brain injury and I pray for him constantly. A friend of mine emailed me earlier this week with at link to caringbridge.com journal for a young man named Thomas Joseph Stanton who lives in Kingwood, Texas. He had a skateboarding accident and has been in a drug induced coma for 10 days. His mother and father are keeping updates on the caringbridge website and I find myself praying for this child and his parents. I am not looking for accolades here at all, I just don't know what draws me to this situation. Could it be that as a mom, I am placing myself in Joseph's mom's shoes? and wondering What would I do in this situation with all of its unknowns. The Stanton's faith is literally unshakable, as evidenced by their story and daily updates. It is such a testimony to me to read of their faith and strength. Now granted, I have been living on the "happy" side of life for SEVERAL months now; however, not forgetting what it takes to get to these happy times of life: trial! I reflect daily on my scars, and how I am to be thankful for everything that I have been blessed with in my life. I really did get everything I have prayed for, and yet it too could be taken away in the blink of an eye. I am not trying to sound so down, I just think about what the Stanton's are going through and I realize that I have a precious miracle gift of a son that I could never let anything happen to. Yet, sometimes these things are out of control, and guess what? When things in life are out of control, guess who is IN CONTROL? The ALMIGHTY SAVIOR! How did I get so lucky as to come to know God in my heart and soul and accept that he is real and taking care of me and my family and friends EVERY step of the way in this life? Through trial, doubt, fear, worry, anger... He is there through it all. My personal mantra is "there is always sunshine after the rain". I am living in my sunshine, but I still thank God every day for the blessings he has poured upon me and how blessed I feel for getting to live this life. I refuse to take it for granted, no matter what "mood" goes on around or in me.

Now, I must admit, I am no saint, I don't read my bible every day, I don't ask forgiveness of my sins every single day, and I curse, and I get angry, and I have a mood swing a couple times a day..but in the end, I try to remember where I come from. I come from a God of love, who will be there despite those things where I fall short.

Lastly, I am plagued by thoughts of another person in need and it is heavy on my heart on a daily basis. I pray for this situation as if it were my own, and I only know that God has a plan for this friend. It may not come in the time wanted, and it may not come in the package dreamed of, but it will come. Friend, I know it is difficult, but let life bloom around you despite this life trial. Yet in the very same breath it is so hard to remember to give it all to Him.

I don't know why the need to have a deep blog, just needed to share some things going on around me. I hope you have heard some inspiration in my blog today.
Love,
T

Six month pictures

Pulling up on Nanny's couch
Showing off my Rangers jersey with "YOUNG" on the back
Having fun at the Ranger game
Deep thoughts for a sleeping baby
I sure like the camera

Was my last blog really April 29th? I have no earthly idea where the time has gone, which is proof in the pudding in that I have a SEVEN month old on my hands. WHAT? This is not possible. I am not ready to plan a 1 year old birthday party for my little gift from heaven. I am truly trying to cherish every moment with him.

As usual, this blog is about Connor. I should re-title it to read "Connor's world". There are so many fun things happening right now with him. His world is such a cool place to be and I get to see it in his eyes. For a 7 month old, this child really thinks he can do much more than he physically should at this point, but determination should be his middle name because we can't hold him back. In a matter of the last 2 weeks, he went from inch-worm crawling to full hand and knee crawling, which immediately turned into, OH, Look! I can pull up on the couch if I can get close enough. That went from shakily pulling up to putting said feet underneath and standing up. Wow! I think he is amazing.

Mommy and Daddy's bed is a new favorite of lil man's. Not that he sleeps in there, just that we all love to cuddle and play. He loves to roll and crawl and climb between us, I think mainly he sees us as obstacles to try to climb to the floor, eat the remote or my phone, or get to the water bottles on my night stand. Everything is game for that child.

Speaking of climbing, and I don't even want to post this, but here goes. Since Connor mastered pulling up in a matter of one day, I put him to bed Friday night of Memorial weekend. As is normal, he woke up at 5:30 and I went to check on him. I had to make a pit-stop in the hall bath before I fed him, so before I could take care of my business, I hear a loud THUD followed by a deep very scared cry from my baby. I took 3 large steps around the corner and see my angel lying on his back in the floor in front of his crib. Let me pause: Never ONCE has this child EVER touched the sides of his crib with is hands. He has crawled end to end of it for a month or so now but never has pulled up or anything. But earlier that day, Friday, he had started pulling up. I assume he figured out he could get his hands on the spindles and push up enough that he was almost chest high, looked over the edge and flipped out! What a horrible mom I am for not lowering the crib in time. But honestly, how would I have known that he was ready to pull up on the crib when the one and only attempt, he was too tall. I am still having nightmares about it. We took him to the children's ER to have him checked out, and he is A-Ok praise the Lord! We immediately lowered the crib and now he can only peek through the bars on his knees. But how long will that last I ask myself since he is so tall for his age.

We are still having issues with sleeping through the night, but I am trying to just understand that he is figuring out this world and it takes a lot of brain connection to make that happen, and nighttime is a time for him to think about all the cool thing he learned that day. It will all work itself out, and when he is gone from the nest and I am sleeping 8 hours again, I know I will miss these sleepless nights and sleepy days...