Tag

So, I've been tagged by my friend Jessica. Although I enjoy reading others attempts at this game, I've ignored my tag for a few days because I am not very good at these things. To DTR with these games, well, it takes me back to my campus ministry days that abounded with acronyms. But I figure this is a great way to get me to write about something. So hear goes.......

****Yes, I (along with a few others) am too vain to play with my middle name (a great name that I actually love, just tainted by the southern accent, and maybe a few southern "belles" who have also donned it. At least, as our friend Clay might say, it's not preceded by Meeesty) so.....

A - Adjusting. There is the obvious, adjusting to motherhood, but I would say that this week I am feeling the weight of adjusting to marriage with child. How did I ever become so selfish? Maybe my "N" should be needy.....

N - Ntuitive. I'm an iNfp. Nurturing. Night owl.

G - had to get the husband's help on this one, and he quickly replies "good-lookin', great, and gastronomy". ok, so the first 2 show that he is as good at this as I, but the last one speaks. It probably doesn't mean what you think, but the fact that my husband knows what it means says much about me. Or that he has watched an episode or two of Top Chef with me. He says I should add "gourmet chef", although I sincerely say there is room for Growing.

I - Indefineable. This Incapsulates me. I don't want to be put in a box, ever. I am always trying to wiggle my way out. hmm.....maybe that's why I'm not "good" at this game?

E - Explainer (is there also an E word for one who likes to make up words?). I always feel the need to explain my actions or words. *Bryan - "I highly agree"* My friends laugh at how often I preface what I am about to say. This is simply due to a desire to be understood. I guess this is a pretty universal trait - to be fully known and yet really liked, but I think I am the queen of it. Slowly, but surely, the Lord is helping to rid me of this crown, but I know I won't likely see this fully realized on this side of the gates.
I only now realize that I think I prefaced this game!

Whew. Thanks Jess. Ok, I'm supposed to pass this on? Hmm....Heather and Bec are with new babes, and I know you are going to squirm at the thought of this Bec, but I tag you guys anyway. And Elizabeth too.

And Katie, I don't care how oh-so-cool and aesthetically pleasing your blog has become. All eyes are still on you. Just get your husband, or your kids (that would make some great busy-work) to play for you if you have too!

Four months

I have a feeling our little guy is going to be quite the busybody. He is constantly on the move, even if it's in one place. Don't dare try to cradle him like a baby, hold him too tight, or "confine" him to a car seat, bouncy seat....any kind of seat. He is already scooting on the floor, and he "runs" in place when you hold him up. Bryan and I are convinced he would take off if he could only balance.

My days are spent in constant entertaining mode. Little guy doesn't like to be left alone, not for a second. If I must do something without him (meaning him sitting next to me) I am at least narrating the joys of folding laundry and cooking dinner. What used to take minutes (household tasks for example) now takes hours, and what used to take hours (getting ready, exercise, long and hot showers...) now takes minutes.

Not much like his laid-back parents, he is either in ecstatic laughter and smiles, or full-out frustration and tears (which usually seems to be just boredom or confinement). This makes for pretty tiring days, but extremely fun moments. Will he be a passionate soul?

All of this has pretty much been the case since birth, but it is so interesting to see more and more personality come out each month. I don't know what any of this means, and what it all will develop into, but I look forward to seeing who this little guy will become. I wouldn't change a thing. I thank the Lord daily, in amazement, that the Lord gave him to us.

He loves him

I can count on one hand the number of times I have seen Bryan teary. Yesterday when he came home from work Charlie reached for him. This was one of those times.

Charlie's first Auburn game


A lazy morning

and baby makes Three

Number one was spent in a Penske, moving across the country. Number two was celebrated in L.A. with an unknown pregnancy. Number three, although not so exciting, was a blessing in disguise. At first I was bummed that our air conditioning went out during the Southern heat wave, on our anniversary; but then I realized we could pack up and go to my parents home - pool, walking trails, workout room, and best of all, babysitters! Charlie wasn't the only one spoiled.

A glimpse of our babysitters

Pop (aka Big Charlie, but we think Pop will stick)

GG

Lacey couldn't wait to put boots on (Jamie's retired boots)

checking them out

shoes to fill