Reflection

So as I have mentioned before in these posts, I am following a blog about a couple who lost their baby boy at 8 months to a brain tumor.  I am humbled when I read their words because I am constantly reminded of how fragile our time here is and how important my time with my Sean (and soon to be baby #2) is.  I pray for this couple every night when Sean and I say our night time prayers.  And I hope, every night, that I can be a better mom to my boy - more patient, more loving, more... well.... everything.  I am really trying to do the right things but sometimes I feel like I falter.  I guess that's motherhood for you - you never feel like you're doing it right.

On a lighter note, I am trying to commit to memory the fun/interesting/cute/AMAZING things that Sean is doing.  He's almost 18 months and it's soooo hard to believe that 1.5 years ago, he was still inside me.  He's walking/running/climbing (everything), talking (a LOT), asking questions, and all around just frickin' cute!  His latest is "I'm stuck" whenever he can't do something.  Here are some other "Sean-isms" that I want to remember:

•  Need help - he needs help (pretty self explanatory)
• Want help - he wants to help out
• Want down - wants down
• Want Pooh - wants his pooh
• I done - he's done doing whatever he's doing - usually eating

We have started time out for hitting.  Now, we have a "time out stool".  After he's done with TO, I ask for a hug and let him know I love him.  However, the smart bugger has started saying "hug" about 10 seconds after he gets put on the TO stool - he knows the Hug is the end of TO!!!!

Next post... We find out today whether it's Pink or Blue for BK2!!!!