As you all know we are still working on eating foods. But that does not stop her from licking foods. Some of her favorites are sugar donuts, bananas, pudding, yogurt and chocolate and let’s not forget drinking apple juice out of her shot glass.
Jordyn latest milestone is shaking her head no. You can say Jordyn you stink, her head shakes no. Jordyn do you want your bottle, again a shake no. Its all cute and fun until Mark says Jordyn do you like mommy, a shake no. I just said that’s right you love mommy.
So my other bloggers, how do you do it? How do you find the time to blog? There is always so much I want to say but like this blog it took me on and off for 3 days to finish. Oh well it’s my crazy world and I would not have it any other way. We have a three day weekend oh how I love them. I have been trying to teach Jordyn that Saturday means sleeping in. Haha ya right mom I want to play at 0500. We had a nice Saturday here. Jordyn spent the afternoon with gramps and grandmonkey so that mark and I could go out to lunch and then came home and took a much needed nap. It’s off to friends for football tomorrow and I think a girl’s day might be needed on Monday. Maybe if it’s nice a trip to the petting zoo would be fun. We will have to see what trouble we can get into. Until next time, I will leave you with a poem I recently found.
By Erma Bombeck
Most women become mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by social pressures, and a couple by habit. Did you ever wonder how mothers of children with life threatening illnesses are chosen? Somehow, I visualize God hovering over Earth selecting His instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation. As He observes, He instructs His angels to make notes in a giant ledger. "Armstrong, Beth, son, patron saint Matthew. Forrest, Marjorie, daughter, patron saint Cecilia. Rutledge, Carrie, twins, patron saint Gerard." Finally, He passes a name to an angel and says, "Give her a child with cancer." The angel is curious. "Why this one God? She's so happy." "Exactly" smiles God, "Could I give a child with cancer a mother who does not know laughter? That would be cruel." "But, does she have patience?" asks the angel. "I don't want her to have too much patience or she will drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wears off, she will handle it." "I watched her today. She has that feeling of self and independence that is so rare and so necessary in a mother. You see, the child I'm going to give her has it's own world. She has to make it live in her world an that's not going to be easy." "But, Lord, I don't think she believes in you." No matter, I can fix that. This one is perfect. She has just enough selfishness." The angel gasps -"Selfishness? is that a virtue?" God nods. "If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally, she'll never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child less than perfect. She doesn't realize it yet, but she is to be envied. She will never take anything her child does for granted. She will never consider a single step ordinary. I will permit her to see clearly the things I see...ignorance, cruelty, prejudice...and allow her to rise above them." She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life, because she is doing My work as surely as if she is here by My side." "And what about her patron Saint?" asks the angel. His pen poised in mid-air. God smiles, "A mirror will suffice."