My new found mommy treasure

"Tenderness"

When J and I first got married he bought me the one where the guy was standing behind the girl and she was holding his face (can't remember the name of it and it got broken recently).

Then when I was expecting Olivia Grace I wanted so badly the one where "she" is holding her pregnant belly. I never got it but I did get the one for J for father's day with the daddy holding his new baby on his lap. When Olivia was born and then passed away I put it in her coffin at her viewing to be buried with her.

For Christmas after we were blessed with Bear, J's brother (Scott) bought me the one with the dad holding the baby in his lap and the mother looking over the shoulder. That one still stands on our bookshelves displaying significance.

The other day on an outing with my inlaw sisters and mother I spotted this treasure. It was mixed up with a different saying (which personally I liked better) but this one will suffice. And the resemblance was too stinkin cute I had to get it to display this mommy's love and affection for her little curly headed boy.

The country gal in me!

Today J and I took Bear to the Jumping party and then out for lunch.

We turn out of our driveway and start heading down the hwy. I glance over at a "neighbor's" land where they have lots of horses and notice a coyote standing by the water trough just outside the livestock fence.

I told J. "Oh my goodness he's going in for the kill in broad daylight, turn around we need to go tell the people in the house to get a gun and be on the look out".

So we turn around and head up to the house. J can see him from the car and I am pounding away on the door. Nobody but the Pomeranian is interested in answering the door. From the looks of it nobody was home.

So I start to walk to the car and see the coyote staring at me. Hmmm sure he COULD run for me. But I just clap my hands loudly and yell at him to "go'on" (you know... "h'ya, g'on" for you fellow southerners! :)

I start jogging to the car and he takes off in the opposite direction. I get in the car and we start heading back onto the hwy. He is running down the dich and starts gaining lots of speed as we pick up speed. He then darts across the highway dodging two cars and disappears into the "woods" near our house.

We saved a bit of livestock today. Probably just a chicken, but still! It is safe. Well it was earlier today.

J was like, "that was so close to our house!"

I told him, "honey you don't know the half of it. They pass through our yard every night I am almost positive!". I saw one just the other day running in the field right across from us. Broad daylight, ducking fences from property to property. They get brave in this cold weather.

saying goodbye is the easiest thing

Well for Bear saying goodbye has been simple thus far.

He said goodbye after a 7 month relationship with his pacifier. We took it away one day at 7 months old and he never looked back.

Shortly after that at 9 months old. We did away with his bottle and moved him solely onto the sippie cup. We had been "training" since 6 months. He was a super champ by this time.

18 mos old said goodbye to diapers during the day... just freebird to start hard core potty training.

22 mos old. Said goodbye to being naked during the day and introduced underwear... then 3 mos later...no more accidents and you are in the cutest little boxer briefs known to toddler kind!

Now the day has come at 26 months old that you have learned to drink solely out of a "big" cup, therefore I will pack away your old flame.

The Sippie cup.



Dear sippie cup,

you have been so faithful for all these .... scratch that... for a little over a year. When I dropped you, you never ran out on me. When I chewed you, you would never spout off. You kept your cool and I admire you for that.

You have been such a dear friend, keeping your contents fresh just for me. What better love could I have ever asked for. I will never forget you or your slow paced ways that helped me become a better drinking man!

Love always, Bear "chug-a-lug" Wachsmann.