Our Days Together

Luke turns 7 months old today.

He sleeps through the night now, and I wake up at 3:00 a.m. not knowing what to do with myself.

He has two teeth.

He likes to test his vocal chords by yelling and growling.

Sometimes he likes to eat food. Yogurt is his new favorite food. He also likes little bites of bagel with cream cheese.

He moves in a circle on his hands and knees.

He plays with his toys and waves both hands in the air. He likes to bang things together.

He gives me open-mouth kisses on my chin. Sometimes he bites down.

He loves to snuggle and hates to be left alone.

I like to sing him songs and read him stories.

I watch him sleep.

I imitate his sounds.

I talk to him all day long, so much so that my voice starts to get sore.

I play with him on the floor.

I take him swimming at the Y once a week.

We walk to the park or the beach.

When/IF he naps, I like to read my own books, cook, watch t.v. or nap right along with him.

Our days are full, and sometimes mundane, but, more often than not, interesting and bright.

In case anybody still checks my blog, "Look! I've posted!"

Okay, so it's been almost an entire year since I've posted anything here. I really wanted to get rid of the lovely belly shots that come up every time I look at my blog, which admittedly isn't very often.
So, here is my "welcome back to blogging post", although I still can't guarantee much, not with a 6 1/2 month old crawling around my feet. I had a boy. His name is Luke, and he's incredible. At first I didn't know what I would do with a boy, and now I don't know what I would do without him. He's very cuddly, and he doesn't really cry. He yells whenever he wants something or needs us. He also growls and makes other scary noises. He sits up, eats, sleeps, poops, and giggles a lot. He doesn't miss a trick.
In other news, Zoe, the family dog, died this past Sunday. She was almost 11 years old and had a very good life. It's still sad. I'm 400 miles away, and it still makes me cry. No more walks and howls when I walk through the door. She was Ashley's dog, so I like to think that the two of them are together again.

Here's to hoping I can post more often.