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Where did this big boy come from?

Jack is closer to being a two-year-old, then he is to a one-year-old. A fact which continues to boggle my mind daily.  Where did this big boy come from? He was 30 pounds at his last baby well checkup.

It seems like another lifetime ago that I was counting his breaths as his tiny 3-pound counterpart slept the day away in an incubator. I measure time by those days in the NICU, Jack then, and Jack now. This boy fought so hard to be here with us, that these seemingly simple moments of watching him, watch his favorite cartoon, or read his favorite book, are worth documenting.

On the calendar you may have been early, but in my heart you were right on time. ~Author Unknown


A little sunshine goes a long way.

Jack, one year, 8 months and 25 days old. Sitting in his favorite spot in the backyard, playing with a stick/wand, and enjoying a little sunshine. The purest and simplest form of discovery play for a toddler such as himself.

There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever again. ~Elizabeth Lawrence


Rain, Rain, Go Away…

It’s wet outside. I realize that this is California, and I should not be complaining about the rain we are in such desperate need of, but we are cooped up in the house all day with a cranky toddler who’s got cabin fever, and this is only the middle of January.

All that being said, we have been able to get outside for short periods here and there when it is not actually pouring, but it is always cold and wet and slippery everywhere. As a California transplant born and raised on Oregon, I should feel right at home with this weather. Truthfully I have been spoiled by California’s sunshine, but I am enjoying how lush and green everything is, and our lawn is growing back.

Jack is not one for rainy day “activities” though he does enjoy playing with his toys and coloring. He also spends much of his time running laps around the inside of our house, all the while laughing/and or screaming maniacally. The boy is absolute hell on wheels, but he is just so amazingly beautiful and smart, and hilariously cute. His father and I truly are living the dream.




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