He looks so cute as if he is just hold­ing the phone. But oh, he is dan­ger­ous. Again I tell you don’t let the cute­ness fool you. Because before you know it…

He goes & tries to eat your phone.

OH, NO HE DIDN’T!

BUT OH, YES HE DID!

And with that (the eat­ing of the Black­berry) ended Daddy try­ing to take pic­tures of D-man look­ing all cute with the phone. But in a fit of gig­gles, after see­ing how excited he was to have tried it, we couldn’t keep our­selves upright. With D-man look­ing at us like we were mad. All the while he still looked sheep­ishly cute. Even after the drool set­tles that boy knows how to win us over.

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I was look­ing through pic­tures last night on a nos­tal­gia ben­der. And I totally apol­o­gize in advance for the sug­ary sweet over­load of this post, but BY GOD ALMIGHTY AND ALL THAT IS HOLY THIS WORLD when I saw this one from when D-man was born, his hand next to Hubby’s, it broke me into a mil­lion pieces and then more because I couldn’t help but think of each time I held the kids for the first time. Look­ing into their eyes, exam­in­ing all their fin­gers and toes, won­der­ing what the future held for them. Drink­ing in their beauty.

And let me tell you that new­borns are beau­ti­ful, espe­cially when they are yours. You can’t help but look at them in total awe & won­der think­ing “I helped make you & you are per­fect in every way.” Even if they have a weird big toe you don’t care because you LOVE EVERY DARN PART.

I remem­ber the look of Hubby hold­ing them for the first time. He beamed love from every pour like sun­shine radi­ated from him warm­ing every­thing in his pres­ence with his love. It’s the same look he has when he tucks them in at night. That look that crushes me. It makes me love him more today than yesterday.

Now the kids are all grow­ing up so fast. They are such amaz­ing lit­tle peo­ple & before I know it they’ll be grown up. Heck they might even be blog­ging about their own fam­i­lies one day & have their own nos­tal­gia sugar-laced posts about their chil­dren. But I can remem­ber when all their hands looked so small. I can remem­ber when we they fit snugly against our bod­ies and their hands melted into the palms of ours. I want to hold those moments close to my heart & never let them go even if time moves forward.

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If D-man walks for Mr. J before me I admit it. I’m going to be a lit­tle jeal­ous, as in remind­ing D-man his whole life how he walked for Mr. J but I am the one who car­ried him in my womb & birthed him. ME & it took like 3 weeks of labor to have him. That’s right THREE WEEKS, THREE– I mean it FELT like 3 weeks even if it only a few hours. Hours become weeks when you are labor­ing, WEEKS I TELL YA!! WEEKS!! But any­way all moth­er­ing guilt trips aside, Mr. J has been try­ing to help D-man get his land legs every­day. He can’t wait to have D-man take his first steps & he is hop­ing that when D-man does walk it will be with him. Although I’m won­der­ing if Mr. J has thought through this plan, because once D-man is stand­ing & walk­ing on his own 2 feet you know that he will want to get into EVERYTHING that is Mr. J’s. He’ll be like a flash of tod­dler lightening.

(and this pic­ture is cour­tesy of Mr. G who had to also help his broth­ers out)

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