Water logged

"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me."

I remember saying this millions of times as a kid, I truly believed it. 

Ever see a duck in the rain or in the water?  Every droplet rolls off the duck, the water never seems to weigh the duck down.  I applied this principle to my life along time ago.  I am a duck.  I let hurtful words roll off my back, they will not weigh me down.  They are just words. 

Today, this duck is starting to sink.  Sticks and stones could break my bones that part is still true however names and hurtful words have caused my heart to bleed. 

Tonight I am raw, I am hating. 

Say Mama...

Matthew has been chattering away the last little while.  His favorite things to say is "ahhhh" and "mamama".  I was so impressed that he learned to say "mama" before "dada".  Finally one of the kids gave me the recognition I deserve after carrying them for nine months, breastfeeding them, staying up all night cuddling them when there couldn't/wouldn't sleep in their crib.  Finally, one said mama first. 

WRONG!

I was at the speech clinic today.  He isn't saying mama, it's dada.  He isn't capable of making the d sound so it comes out nanana which sounds really close to mamama.

I give up, Dad wins.

Moving Forward

Oh Ya!  Just look at who is on the move, the forward move.

I snapped this picture just as he was figuring this whole crawling bit out.

Isn't his face priceless, it's like he's saying:

"How in the heck do you do this?"

Go Matthew Go!

We are all so proud of you.

(Oh, see that empty space leading down the hallway...it is now sporting a safety gate.  I don't think he's ready to tackle the stairs.)