Believe it or not, I'm blogging, and of course I sliced my finger today, making typing all the more difficult. Gollygee, February 4th was the last time I actually took the time to sit down and fill everyone in on my ever-eventful life happenings.I will use Reeve and his constant need for attention (really, son? you need me to care for you 24/7??) (j/k) (don't report me to CPS) as an excuse for my bloggerland hiatus.Also, we got anew TV for the living room earlier this year and moved our laptop/TV set up to the bedroom, requiring a few extra button-pushes if I wanna blog. Ain't nobody got time fa dat. Ok, America, time to stop with that phrase. As I sit on our bed to type this, I am realizing how elderly I truly am. I can hardly read what I'm typing, so forgive me if you see a bunch of mistakes. They aren't due to laziness because we all know I'm the world's most active person ever, and they aren't due to stupidity because I'm crazy smart. I'm just blind. And I'm trying to keep a one-week-from-crawling baby away from the keyboard and on the bed at the same time. Don't quote me on the one week from crawling thing. It could be several, but dang, just last week, I turned my back for literally two seconds and that dude was halfway across the room. No more laying him in the floor on his back with potentially harmful objects out of reach. He can and will make his way to the objects. (I don't leave knives laying around the house, but ya know.)
Since we are on the subject of Reeve, I'll let you know now that he is the world's coolest, funniest, strangest baby ever. Everyone has the best baby, and I am no exception. He has the most pleasant demeanor. I'm so jealous of his calm nature and happiness. I'm convinced God sent him to me to teach me about my personality and attitude. He gave Reeve to us for so many reasons, and I discover new ones every day.
It's so strange to look back to last year. A year ago this weekend, Derick and I were at the Azalea Festival in Wilmington, and I had to tote my paper-towel covered gatorade bottle around because of my--what I would call "severe"--case of ptyalism. If you're a new reader, I encourage you to look back at my oh-so-exciting accounts of my pregnancy. If there was a symptom, you can bet I had it, but I'm very gracious of the opportunity to become pregnant, and I continue to be humbled that God chose me to mother such a great baby--who needs me at the moment.
Back! Reeve is so funny when he eats. He's been slapping me in the face and grabbing my lip with his free hand, and I think it might mean that he wants me to rub his hair. I do that at night when I'm when he's falling asleep and eating, and I always say, "you're one of the good guys." I've done that since he was a teeny ol thang. Maybe that relaxes him because when I rub his head, he stops grabbing my face.Babies and the way they communicate are really funny. Just now while he was eating, I handed him one of Parisann's stuffed animals and he started giggling. So cute.
[Forgive me for the weird spacing issues. The space bar on this keyboard is out of control.]
So, we have a pretty eventful year coming up as we face our first deployment. I can't deny my gratitude for the blessing of having Derick here this whole time. He was actually supposed to have deployed a couple weeks before Reeve was born, and if he had, he would still be gone.Tough to imagine going all this time without introducing Reeve to his daddy, but I have some crazy strong friends who have dealt/are dealing with that. I'm so encouraged by the strength of military wives. There's something to be said about women who can just roll with the dang punches while their husbands are off fighting in a war. Puts a lot of stuff into perspective, really. I mean, how spoiled am I that my husband gets to come home (almost) every night and help me with our son? I pray for the same resilience that my friends have. Being away from the one you love is tough, whether it's a few hours or a few months. That stinks. But I love the encouragement I get from my friends who hold it down, and I love it when they are reunited with their Marines (or respective servicemember). My friend, Beth, just welcomed her Marine home this week, and I was just so happy for that little family.
Well, it's getting late around here, and I still have one of the good guys who probably needs a diaper change. BuenosNoche
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