Gardner and I are trying to enjoy our day in today. I'm keeping him in due to a cold that's settling into his chest, creating a tell-tale rattling sound from deep within. After a call to the pediatrician, I have him on a regimen of medicines that should clear it up, that combined with a 24/7 humidifier, Vick's Baby Rub, and lots of liquids (oh, and chicken noodle soup). As much as it pains me to miss church again, I know that I am doing the right thing. I am just glad I have a little man who loves to be at home as much as I do sometimes. We've been listening to praise music this morning, singing, and reading books. It still feels sort of like a Sunday.
Well, it's here. September. The month when, one year ago, our Little G entered our lives on that cloudy morning. I cannot believe it's here....in 20 days he will be a year old. To say time flies...that is the ultimate understatement. Ken and I were just remarking last night how we can remember as if it was yesterday the morning we walked into the house with our new bundle of joy, introducing him to Odyssey and Ajala (our cats) and showing him his room for the very first time. I look at how much has happened between now and then, and how much he's changed.....it's almost hard to remember him as a helpless little infant in my arms. Yet if I try really hard, I can still smell his "baby smell," and I can hear his newborn cry. Though this reality tends to make me a little sad, I intend to revel in each day's joys that Gardner brings. Even what he's like today will be a year behind me when his 2nd birthday approaches. I can't squander time, nor will I ev...
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