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| Sunday afternoon, Ezra on a scooter, spring weather, and the return of the sprinklers. |
Today was Sunday. Fast Sunday. Fast Sunday may or may not be the reason my children are usually potty trained before they are weened from my breast. Gestating/nursing mothers are excused from fasting (at least at my house). I am a lousy faster, especially when church is at 1:00. I felt like a dog this morning, eating my hot Grapenuts in front of Jace and Macy. This was Macy's 1st attempt at fasting 2 meals and she did it! Without complaining! I was so proud of her and I told her that a couple times. She didn't see what the big deal was. I didn't tell her that I could probably count on my hands how many times I have fasted an entire day. And that is why I love that girl so much and why she is a way cooler person than me.
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| He really can't get enough. |
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| She rocks the leg warmers, btw. |
He really does french kiss Mikael all thru Sunday school....it's like a tick....if any one of his children are near him, his lips are on them. I hope my kids know how lucky they are to have a father like Jace. It was one of the many reasons I fell in love with him, he is not afraid to show or exclaim his love thru words or public displays of affection.
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| And she knows it. |
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| 6 months. |
Today at church, (yes, we are still talking about church) a new gal in the ward was admiring the Mikael in my arms.
"Oh! How old is she?"
"6 months."
She was clucking and shaking her head in disbelief when she said, "And you already look awesome."
To which I replied, "I know."
She smiled, turned and started walking away. After a couple steps following behind her, it hit me.
Whaatt the??? Did I really just say that? Why? For the love.
I sped up, grabbed her shoulder, turned her around and tried to explain, "I did not mean to say that. I thought...mmmmm........ we were still talking about the baby....mumble....... mumble........ ah....... she....I do not.....sorry."
She smiled and said something like, "There is nothing wrong with having confidence."
Ya Right. Nice.
All I meant to say today is what I have been feeling all week. I have been clucking and shaking my head in disbelief that my newborn baby is 6 months old. I wish she would just stop growing. I wish she would learn how to sleep thru the night but just stop growing bigger. I love that little lady.
And while we are talking about wishes, I wish I could spend the rest of my life on the "breastfeeding diet." I wish I looked a little more awesome holding a 6 month old baby in my arms. I wish I didn't say embarrassing things in public. And I wish I could get Jace to spread the french kissing love around my way in Sunday school (I'm sure somebody would have something to say about that in the next fast & testimony meeting).
