9 Months

Today this little guy is 9 months.

I won't say that I want time to slow down, or that I want to freeze you right at the age that you're at.  That isn't because we are in a difficult stage or because you're demanding, it's because I want to know you.  Like REALLY know you.  I can't wait to have a conversation with you, for you to say funny things, to walk with you and hold your hand, to have you pucker up your lips and give me a kiss, to watch you have slumber parties with your brother, to watch the two of you be each others biggest fan.  

But for now, I will savor where we are at.  You FREAK out when I walk into the room.  Sometimes it's fussiness because you want me to pick you up, and sometimes it's an ear to ear grin and you rock back and forth on your butt in excitement.  You are crawling.  You aren't fast, but you get where you need to go...eventually.  One, two, three steps at a time, then a flip back to your butt for a rest.  You have 3 bottom teeth, and you are an awesome eater.  You eat everything, just very small bites.  You sleep fantastically.  You are our sweet and gentle little prince.  We are in love.  

Date Day

Since I was an absent mother over the weekend (I can honestly say that was the first time I had been away for long periods since Nash was born) I decided to make it up to Deacon in a big way.

We went to the most overpriced theme park in America and let him ride his first rides, at Enchanted Village.  Just the two of us.  It was a gross day, but thankfully didn't rain, so we didn't wait in one single line.  We went on all the rides he could go on multiple times, ate super unhealthy and overpriced food, and had a pretty awesome day.

I survived....

But Barely.

I am SO grateful for the opportunity to have competed at CF regionals.  It was definitely an experience.  When I reflect back on the weekend, I'm honestly pretty damn proud of myself.  There was only one workout that I totally bombed.  I can honestly say that this weekend was THE absolute hardest thing I have ever done.  Harder than any gymnastics meet, gymnastics workout, labor, pushing out a baby, any physical thing I have ever done, this definitely took the cake.  I woke up Sunday morning and felt like I had been hit by a bus head on, and I still had 2 workouts to go. 

7th Place overall - I'll take it!

CF Regionals

Next weekend most people's idea of hell becomes my reality.  Hope I'm ready?

If anyone knows a good vet who can prescribe a horse tranquilizer, shoot me their number. 

For all my friends who believe in the power of prayer, please lift one up for me next weekend.  I'm not praying for 1st place or 3rd place or even 5th place.  I'm simply asking that my spinal chord doesn't snap in two.  That's not a lot to ask, is it?

Here is what I'll be doing.

Baseball

One would think that we would splurge and get this kid a baseball bat and ball.  He's obsessed and this week, it's a wooden spoon and bouncy ball to play his favorite game.  It's on the ever growing list of things I need to pick up when I get myself out and about.  For now.....make do.

Big Boy

These are muscles.  And big boy underwear.  And a GIANT cookie.  I've bribed this boy with cookies, toys, snacks, movies, you name it, I've offered it, in order to get him to crap on the toilet. 

We FINALLY had a break through.   It came the day after he pooped on our back deck.  He is telling me, and doesn't scream bloody murder.  He wants everyone who will listen to know that he can go on the toilet.  

Praise the Lord - only 1 in diapers!!

Mr. Golden Sun

This pretty much sums up our weekend.  A lot of sun, a lot of trips to the park, and a newly found obsession with baseball.  I'd be lying if I said we didn't treat Deacon like a golden retriever and throw the ball as far as possible and tell him to run as fast as he can to go get it.  He also refers to the sun as Mr. Golden Sun, not just the sun.  He thinks the reason it is shining is because he has sung the song plenty of times that it finally wants to come out and play with him.  Nash loves the swing - and loves to sit and observe with the wind blowing through his hair.  He is ALMOST crawling...which means I'm almost chasing after two.