Ramblings and such

Well, here goes a week of posts in abundance- husband being busy with furthering his education=Natalie blogs out of control. And babbles a bit. And rambles a little too, hence the title.

FIRST:
Excuse me does this make any sense to you?

[driving] Safety Tips? For a "9-24 month old." Good thing my 10 month old will be able to tell me to look both ways before going through a four way stop, or remind me to buckle up before leaving the carport. I mean, great safety tips that all children should learn, but for an infant who isnt planning on hopping in the drivers seat anytime soon, maaaaybe a little ambitious with the "Safety Tips" selling point.

SECOND:
Want some inexpensive jeans that keep their fit better after wash and multiple-day-wear than all those designer $200 jeans??? Forever 21 has some pretty great ones...I just bought a pair for $12.50. That's right...the "dot" is after the 2, not the 5. Twelve Fifty. what what??

and FINALLY:
Updates on our Bennett: happy happy boy, eating full strength bottles (soy though) again, no throw up, teeth still havent "officially" broken through, but they are riiiight there threatening to do so any day now. I am partly dreading it, just because I know my baby won't look as babyish anymore. It's funny because I have been eagerly anticipating each new age with this little one. I never wanted him to freeze and just stay the way he was. I thought maybe I was wanting to rush things too much, but the older he gets the happier and more playful and more full of personality (like he needs any MORE of that!) he becomes. He also becomes more affectionate, which is a definite momma-killer. I think I may just pass out the first time he says "I love you" or "ey duv bu" or however it will sound. Gah the day...

Anyway, when Bennett was born I had two different friends, Summer and Erin, continuously tell me how bad they missed that little helpless infant stage and how they loved it so much. I thought maybe something was wrong with me bc I was so excited about all that was coming next. Don't get me wrong, I adored my sweet little scrunchy miracle more than anything I had ever experienced before. BUT, I knew the older he got, the stronger his little tummy would get and his reflux (and the pain associated with it - his pain as well as his parents pain) would hopefully subside.

Well, here I am ten months later and now I know exactly what they meant. (Which is funny because their little ones were right about Bennett's age now when Bennett was born.) I miss my little baby and want him to freeze. Just stop everything and stay with me, just like this, for a little longer. No top teeth - those suggest big boy. No walking - that suggests toddler. Just cruise your happy bottom over to me with that big gummy smile and give me those sweet (not as open mouth anymore - we are learning!) slobbery kisses.

They tell you it will be great. They tell you it will be amazing. They tell you it will be hard. They tell you it will be trying. But all the words they say just don't do justice to the fact that it will be love. I don't think it was just in passing that God sent Himself down to us in the human form of His SON...If He was going to show us really how much He loved us, He needed to do it in a way that would literally leave no question. Experiencing love for Bennett has lead me to a greater understanding (even though I know I am only barely scratching the surface) of God's love for all his children. The love found in the relationship between parent and child is one that I believe completes all the other versions or channels of love. It makes our earthly experience of love whole.

Wholeness found here

Where's Bennett??

THERE he is!!

Close Up:

See my teeth??

I'm melting....melting