Hangin with my guys...

Memorial day, was a day of rest, a much needed one after a super long weekend with family and work. We were pooped and so was Weston, he is definitely a boy of schedules and routines...and when it differs just slightly, his little world goes crashing down. Weather wasn't great here and with him being so little its not like we could spend the day on the lake, so we did something equally as great- we spent the day luvin him up and playing, and did I mention a great family nap, yep that's right all 3 of us piled in the bed for a whooping 3 hour slumber(he never does that.) Man was it good, we all woke up in better moods after that, its amazing what a little sleep can do for ya.

It was a great day as a family, just too unwind. And this is just a glimpse of a few of his happy times after catching up on sleep. Man that smile and giggle will just steal your heart. That daddy's pretty special too. I love these boys !!

Home IS where MY HEART is...

Corny, I know, but Oh, how great it is to be home. The day home with little man has been much needed. It has been harder than ever to leave him in the mornings, I just needed some us time.Our weekend time was very limited , and my day off wasn't spent with him like intended. I was in a wedding for a dear friend and it took of much of our time, but that's okay. I have today and it has been wonderful.... No laundry, and no dishes -the only dirty thing I'll touch today is my baby's bottom.A day filled with cuddling in the bed (ahh..good times),smiles, laughs, coos, raspberries of spit, holding hands, and mommy saying the most ridiculous of things to illicit these responses. Oh, how the most simplest things bring such pleasure these days.
He laughed for the first times last week and did so a couple more times, man you would have thought he had conquered the greatest of task. We were clapping, and cheering him on....and crying. Yea, I'm a dork.
He continues to do new things and I continue to get the same ache in my heart....he's growing up, and that's a wonderful blessing, but bittersweet I guess. Everyone ask..."So how old is he now?" My response..."11weeks and counting,"because 11 weeks just sounds better than 3 months.

Bath time fun...

So it was a good 7 weeks before Weston could actually take a bath in his BIG BOY TUB, he had to have a sponge bath before then because of that stubborn cord. He hated being sponged off....I don't blame him, I'm sure he was freezing, but now he just lays back and enjoys!! He loves his bath now, so much that he pees the water every time. I know babies do that, but with a boy it is ever so evident. But must he do it 3 times...oh well we'll just add a little more baby lotion to the bedtime ritual, you won't smell then, right?His daddy, however, has a hard time with this, he insisted the water be changed after he peed, "no son of mine is going to bathe in his pee."Hes moved on to bigger and better things now, but if he poops well that's a different story. Note to self...hand must stay cupped over man parts at all times, or a cloth will do.
Duck strategically placed...didn't want to show all his goods. But do note that belly...hes my chunky monkey.


Good and clean, time for bed !Heres hoping he sleeps!

Prayers of Thanksgiving

Wow, it has been too long since I've done this, but little one(well not so little anymore) seems to be stealing all my time. And that's the way I like it:)When I get home from work all I want to do is love him up....and he doesn't seem to mind, I don't know- what do you think? Many times I get so frustrated over life events-a screaming baby who just won't calm, no matter how much he eats, or how close I hold him, a house that won't clean itself, that bill that well didn't exactly get paid on time, traffic that won't move fast enough so I can get home to my precious baby, and that boss that is just trying to make my life miserable.Oh how frustrated we can get, and let it consume us, but we, I have so much to be thankful for.

After recent events with some friends of the family, my heart has felt heavy with such sorrow. How thankful I am to have a healthy child. As I was driving to town yesterday, Weston was just screaming, I had to pull over twice to console him-man was it frustrating but how thankful I was for him to cry and be here with us. The house isn't spotless, so what, it will still be here tomorrow, but Weston grows so and changes so much everyday, I don't want to miss that. And that bill eventually got paid(sorry AT&T), I'll eventually get home, what good am I if I don't get there safely, and that boss, well shes my boss, I have a job. So thank you lord for a beautiful, healthy baby, a home to live in, bills(because that means we are providing for our family), traffic, and a job. Oh, the many blessings.....

***Please keep the Ferrell family in your thoughts and prayers***