Mothers

I have a journal, of sorts, that I keep for my daughter.  I started it when she was about 3 months old.  I use it to keep track of her milestones and to impart bits of wisdom or useful tips.  I have also started one for Connor.  I usually write in them every couple of days, more often if something exciting happens.  Saturday night I had something super exciting to record for Jordan.  It read a bit like this:

The number for Poison Control is 1-800-222-1222.  This is important information to have, particularly when one has ingested an unknown quantity of hand sanitizer.  These are not the recommended activities for nap time.  


Chase was gone so I had to assess the damage and handle the situation all on my own.  Thankfully she didn't get sick and Connor slept through the whole fiasco.  To be honest, I thought Jordan would be a bit older than two before I had to watch for signs of intoxication!


My mother came into town Sunday.  She said she needed a Jordan and Connor fix.  I am thrilled.  I will admit she's not the most maternal and was very self involved when Jordan was younger.  On more than one occasion she called and told me all about her life and forgot to ask about my daughter.  I have learned to keep any expectations to a minimum and simply appreciate whatever interest does occur.  That said, we've had a wonderful time so far, and she's been quite enamored with both kids.  Yesterday we just hung around the house and played with the kids.  I admit it's a bit validating to have my mother and husband shaking their heads and wondering how I do it day in and day out.


We did have an exciting moment yesterday when Connor rolled over for the first time.  I swear, babies are just something else.  I feel so blessed to have this time with my children.  I am here for each and every moment, something that not everyone has the opportunity to do.  I am, to them, the center of the universe.  I know that will change so I am enjoying it while it lasts.

She's such a joy and at an age where half of what comes out of her mouth is hilarious.  Obviously she's none the worse for wear after her sanitizer snack.  Thank goodness!

She's so enamored with her baby brother.  

Here he is in my mother's arms.  Look at that pouty bottom lip!

Just so you get the full effect of the roll...

Going...

Going...

Gone!