Twenty Things a Mom Should Tell Her Son

TWENTY THINGS A MOM SHOULD TELL HER SON

1. Play a sport.
It will teach you how to win honorably,
lose gracefully, respect authority,
work with others, manage your time
and stay out of trouble.
And maybe even throw or catch.

2. You will set the tone
for the sexual relationship,
so don't take something away from her
that you can't give back.

3. Use careful aim when you pee.
Somebody's got to clean that up, you know.

4. Save money when you're young
because you're going to need it someday.

5. Allow me to introduce you
to the dishwasher, oven,
washing machine, iron,
vacuum, mop and broom.
Now please go use them.

6. Pray and be a spiritual leader.

7. Don't ever be a bully
and don't ever start a fight,
but if some idiot clocks you,
please defend yourself.

8. Your knowledge and education is something
that nobody can take away from you.

9. Treat women kindly.
Forever is a long time to live alone
and it's even longer to live with somebody
who hates your guts.

10. Take pride in your appearance.

11. Be strong and tender at the same time.

12. A woman can do everything that you can do.
This includes her having a successful career
and you changing diapers at 3 A.M.
Mutual respect is the key to a good relationship.

13. "Yes ma'am" and "yes sir"
still go a long way.

14. The reason that they're called "private parts"
is because they're "private".
Please do not scratch them in public.

15. Peer pressure is a scary thing.
Be a good leader and others will follow.

16. Bringing her flowers for no reason
is always a good idea.

17. It is better to be kind
than to be right.

18. A sense of humor
goes a long way
in the healing process.

19. Please choose your spouse wisely.
My daughter-in-law will be the gatekeeper for me
spending time with you and my grandchildren.

20. Remember to call your mother
because I might be missing you.

From - Love Quotes - 16quotes.com

Christmas Morning

We all got up and put on our new Christmas pajamas.  Yours said "Baby's 1st Christmas."  They were a heck of a $1 score at Value Village!  Dylan helped you out by opening your presents for you.

Chistmas Eve 2012

We spent Christmas Eve at Grandma and Grandpa Jones' house tonight.  Your Dad remembered a picture of him in Grandpa Jones' stocking so we decided to stuff you into it as well.  You are just too darn cute.  

Grandma and Grandpa invited some of their friends to join us.  We sat around, told funny stories, and ate wonderful food.  You got lots of attention and passed around!

Grandpa Loren's stocking!

Grandma was so happy you weren't fussing for once while she held you!

Two Month Check-up

Cannot believe you are already 2 months old!  You are healthy and appear to be pretty happy.  Your weight today was 13 pounds 15 ounces and you were 23.75 inches long.  Both of those numbers put you in the 75th percentile.  Your head circumference was 41.3 cm and put you in the 90th percentile...why are we not surprised ;)  You and I seem to have the nursing thing down and you're growing great!  Love you.

We Pray for Children

"We Pray for Children" by Ina Hughes

We pray for children
Who put chocolate fingers everywhere,
Who like to be tickled,
Who stomp in puddles and ruin their new pants,
Who sneak Popsicles before supper,
Who erase holes in math workbooks,
Who can never find their shoes.


And we pray for those
Who stare at photographers from behind barbed wire,
Who can't bound down the street in new sneakers,
Who never "counted potatoes,"
Who are born in places we wouldn't be caught dead in,
Who never go to the circus,
Who live in an X-rated world.

We pray for children
Who bring us sticky kisses and fistfuls of dandelions,
Who sleep with the cat and bury goldfish,
Who hug us in a hurry and forget their lunch money,
Who squeeze toothpaste all over the sink,
Who slurp their soup.

And we pray for those
Who never get dessert,
Who have no safe blanket to drag behind them,
Who can't find any bread to steal,
Who don't have any rooms to clean up,
Whose pictures aren't on anybody's dresser,
Whose monsters are real.

We pray for children
Who spend all their allowance before Tuesday,
Who throw tantrums in the grocery store and pick at their food,
Who like ghost stories,
Who shove dirty clothes under the bed,
Who get visits from the tooth fairy,
Who don't like to be kissed in front of the car pool,
Who squirm in church and scream on the phone,
Whose tears we sometimes laugh at and whose smiles can make us cry.

And we pray for those
Whose nightmares come in the daytime,
Who will eat anything,
Who have never seen a dentist,
Who are never spoiled by anyone,
Who go to bed hungry and cry themselves to sleep,
Who live and move, but have no being.

We pray for children
Who want to be carried
And for those who must,
For those we never give up on
And for those who never get a second chance,
For those we smother.
And for those who will grab the hand of anybody kind
enough to offer it.

We pray for children. Amen.

Smiles and a Dimple

Not sure how I'm going to get a picture until you do it consistently but I wanted to share with you that you are now smiling!  I think it's still mostly associated with farting but it's so darn cute when you stop nursing to look up at me with your gummy grin.  I'm also pretty sure you are going to have at least one dimple - on your right side.  Your Grandma Colleen and I love dimples so I'm excited to see it!  That gummy grin melts my heart and nearly brings tears to my eyes.  Thank you so much for being here with us!

Hangin' With Tia Medina

Tia Medina came with us to Seaside this week.  She is so good with kids and kind.  She even watched you and Dylan while your Dad and I went out to dinner on our anniversary.  You were too easy on her though...you slept the entire time we were gone.  You even slept through her and Dylan coloring, squealing and making a fort out of a big roll of Kraft paper she brought.  I got some pictures of the two of you the next morning right before we went to the beach.  

I Guess We Know Where Grandpa Jones' Hair Went

This is your hair after a bath; all curly and cute.  Looks an awful lot like what Grandpa Jones' used to look like ;)