Thursday, November 25, 2010

Molly's First Thanksgiving

She was supposed to be wearing her adorable denim jumper dress.
She was supposed to go to her Great-Grandma Belle and Great-Grandpa Homer's house in El Reno.
She was supposed to see all of her second/third cousins.
She was supposed to have a big family day.

Instead, she is still in her pjs at 5:00 p.m.
Instead, she is at her own house in OKC.
Instead, she doesn't get to see anyone but her daddy and mommy.
Instead, she has had a low-key, lazy day.

You see, her mama got extremely ill last night. I won't go into all the details. I will just say that I hate the word "ill", but in this case, it is the only word that fits. "Sick" just doesn't cover what I've battled in the last 24 hours.

This Thanksgiving Day, Molly's first in this world, I am super thankful for her and her daddy. I'm thankful for every minute of every day that I get to spend with her and her daddy. Thank you, Lord. I am thankful for so much more, but right now, my heart just explodes with gratefulness for the fact that Aaron and I have such a sweet baby who makes our lives so full.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

She is 7 months.

In my mind it is still August. I don't know what has happened to life. It is zooming by in flashes.
Molly is now 7+ months old.
She started crawling 2 weeks ago, got her first tooth on her 7 month birthday, and she can stand on her own for a few seconds. She bounces on her knees, gets bed head, and knows who and where Fletcher is. I can't keep up with her. She is a very busy girl with lots to do. Toys must be played with, magazines must be ripped, laps must be made around the kitchen island, and every inch of the house must be explored while jabbering and/or screeching. She will kiss on the lips, hug tightly, and crinkle her nose which of course is just the sweetest.