Lately, I have joked with Jon that I’m ready for another baby, mainly because Hudson just doesn’t count as a baby. Seriously, I have never seen a baby develop as fast as I have with our little guy. He now no longer takes breast milk in a bottle; it must be in a sippy cup. Are you kidding me?! A sippy cup at 9 months of age? Oh man, I have a feeling this little guy is going to keep us on our toes.
Devyn received a Cabbage Patch doll from my sister, Christine, for her birthday. First of all, it is so perfect that Christine be the one to buy my daughter her first Cabbage Patch doll. There is a photo of Christine and I, we’re probably about 7 and 5 years old, each with a wide smile holding our Cabbage Patch dolls that we just received for Christmas. It’s a great picture! And I got a little teary as Devyn opened her first Cabbage Patch doll too. The hysterical thing though, is that Devyn has named her baby, Donna. I have no idea how she came up with that name, no clue where it came from. But she is passionate about Donna and Donna must go everywhere with us. I even caught Devyn giving Donna a bath in the bathroom sink. Donna promptly went into the dryer, much to Devyn's dismay. I wonder if there’s a grand-daughter named Donna in my future.
I am loving my new work schedule. It is so absolutely wonderful to take our time in the morning, to spend time with the kids cuddling on the couch, painting, reading, eat breakfast at a slow pace, even taking time for a quick nap with Hudson. It is wonderful! Yesterday morning I woke up at 5:00am and I just couldn’t go back to sleep. So I left the kids with Jon, ran to Walmart really quick, and got all of our baking and chex mix ingredients in record time. It was great! And then I was able to get back home and share the morning with Devyn and Hudson. I am so thankful for part-time work!
And I really, really hesitate to share this moment with you all. Some of you might shake your head and never read my blog again; I hope it doesn’t come to that but this is me, a real live woman just sharing her life.
Jon’s mom was recently visiting over the Thanksgiving weekend and she and Devyn disappeared downstairs to play with Devyn’s toys. Devyn usually gets out the teapot and cups and will share tea with whoever is playing with her. This time, however, tea just wasn’t going to cut it and instead decided to share “beer” with her grandmother. My mother-in-law, sure she had misunderstood, had Devyn clarify what she had just said. Devyn again invited Nana to partake in “beer”. So, let me get this straight… my daughter cannot say “movie” but can quite clearly say “beer”? Oh my word. How do you explain that one to your pastor?!