Wow, it’s been two months since my last post. Where do I even start or how do I even explain these past two months, 4 months, 6 months?

As I type this little E is laying on our bed taking a nap. His little head just perked up as my seat creaked at the kitchen table. He’s such a light little sleeper…he jumps at any sound. So much different than Ruby was. You’d think it’d be the first child that was sensitive to sound and the second child would just go with the flow. But not little E,…maybe he’s demanding that one pleasure since he has been deprived of so many others? Oh sweet E,…he really is so truly loved, but what a whirlwind these days have been ever since he was born 6 1/2 months ago. What a treasure he is and how thankful I am to have him. He is a blessing. Those little chubby cheeks and that chin that I constantly want to nibble on. Did I tell you he has a little point to his tongue. It’s unbelievable and he sticks it out all the time. Oh I love him so. These past couple of weeks he’s begun scooting and trying to pull himself up to crawling position. It’s precious. And he rolls like a pro. He’ll be on one end of the room and then when I step out of the room and come back, he’s on the total opposite end. Sometimes hidden underneath the coffee table or jammed between the sofa and a toy. He’s getting so big and I don’t know if I’m ready for it. Just last week we gave him his first bowl of food,… a bowl of rice cereal. He devoured that bowl of cereal like he’d been deprived his whole life of real food (I guess he kinda, sorta had been). With every spoonful we fed him, he furiously grabbed our hands, with his head shaking determined to put that cereal in his mouth. When there was a break of no food and we’d go in for a second dip to fill the spoon up, he’d scream and get so frazzled as if to say, “Hurry! why are you taking so long?! I need more!”. In other words, we couldn’t get it in his little mouth fast enough. That little chunker. He likes his grub.

And now that little guy is awake,..wanting his momma. I can’t complain, he is precious and I am so thankful for the gift he is. Thank you, God for this precious little boy you’ve given me.

I hope to write more soon,…there have been so many thoughts flying through my brain that I’d love to get written down.