The voices

Matthew let out the cutest pout we have ever seen this evening and we both melted. Those strong parent backbones have to found really soon or he'll have us wrapped around his little finger. I need to channel my parent's voices that echo in me still from childhood. Oh yeah, it's for your own good and you'll thank me some day :-))) It was and I do... now.

It's very humbling to watch Matthew develop, especially with things like neck control that requires some tummy time. I know it's best for his development and he does not keep quiet the fact that it's not his favorite activity. I don't view his upset dispassionately but with the loving resolve to do what's best even if he's not happy for the moment. God wants my development, not just growing old but growing up and maturing. He doesn't want me spoiled rotten anymore than I want that for Matthew. hhmmm

I mentioned in my last post Billy was sick. I've been fighting what he had since Saturday morning. I'm bummed I didn't make it out to Fort Worth for pre-wedding festivities for my brother and his fiance. Here's praying the ankle and head cold are both long gone by Sunday for the wedding. Billy has been working from home so far this week to help with Matthew. Last night in my half asleep- stuffy headed-been sick for three days-feeling run down- in the middle of the night- on way way down stairs to pump-state I misjudged the amount of stairs and fell down the last three. I did not have Matthew with me. My foot has some swelling and it hurts to put weight on it. My sweet husband has been such a wonderful partner, I'm so grateful for his servant heart.

Side note: The struggle to continue to pump is still on and with being sick the supply has significantly dwindled. I'm back to pumping very frequently, drinking tea and milk every chance I get. My family is not surprised by this stubborn streak in me. I'm very selective about my battles and this is one of them. Matthew is on half milk/ half formula right now. The only one stressing over it is me. He's happy just to be held and fed. Apparently the hormone levels don't even out until after I wean. So, if you see me and I'm stressed, sensitive or just start pouring out my silly woes that's why.

Managed to make it to the shower for baby Sutera, soo happy to have such a sweet friend staying at home with her little boy so close to us:



Happy mommy

Matthew with our encouraging friend Robin.
Attempt at a self portrait. I realized there are very few pictures of just me and Matthew. That's the hazard when I'm the one taking all the photos. Artsy or just awkward with one hand?


Leaving the Kerby's to walk home after small group with our sleepy child in tow. Daddy keeping him warm. My heart just melted when I saw him protectively hold him inside his coat. I tell Matthew constantly I gave him a good daddy. I'm tearing up now.

Sitting just ducky, smiling at Daddy