Monday, September 23, 2013


There are moments since having Jude where I've gotten extremely frustrated. When he was 5 months old he started waking up to nurse every hour and a half. When he stopped nursing he would barley drink 2 ounces of formula at a time       And I worried he wasn't getting enough calories. He recently started climbing on the couch every chance he gets and I have to watch him like a hawk to make sure he doesn't fall off. 
It's all part of him growing up and learning. 
But when he grabs his own shoe and quietly tries to put it on by himself over in the corner, my heart almost bursts with love and pride and sheer joy because he's mine. All mine. 

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