I married a "Play"er

So some women are worried that their husbands play around and never seem to settle in to married life. I get it.  I've had that same fear.  But I'm lucky enough to have an utterly shameless "play"er.

I've got a man who plays the piano:

I've got a man who plays with bubbles: 

I've got a man who plays smooch the babe: 

I've got a man who plays petting zoo: 

I've got a man who plays worm: 

I've got a man who plays "Simon Says":

So yeah, I've got a "play"er, but I'm ok with that.  

Do you ever wish you were little again?

Sometimes when I'm all alone, and I am not feeling very responsible, I remember being a little girl, and all the sadnesses and happy things that I felt.

--I remember feeling that everything around me is beautiful.  I loved the worms and the patterns on the leaves, the light streaming through the window, and the way it illuminated fibers on the bedspread or the grains on the hardwood floors.

--I remember that sorrow is so pure.  Sometimes it's just good to cry just because you didn't get your way.  Even though you know that its for the best, sometimes you just want to have a good cry.  I remember the sorrow for feeling lonely, frustrated, and hurt--without all the 'grownup' complications.

--I remember the joys of giggling.  Life has so many funny things.  We are funny beings, with funny moments, the banality of humanity are silly and goofy, even if you are the only one laughing!

--I remember the gift of AWE.  It seemed like everything was full and fresh and AWEsome.  Life was an adventure waiting every moment of the day.  Nothing created was stupid, or not good enough, or undeserving of gratitude.   All gifts of life and love, speech and silence, sight and sound were gifts to be received in awe and gratitude.

--I remember the freedom to love.  Hugs were given out without a reason--just because you were filled with love.  Kisses on the cheek were a delight--just because that cheek was lonely.  And all your dollies appreciated all the tender care you put into dressing and caring for them.

--I remember being unashamed of my gifts.  Sharing your gifts and talents just because you have them--what else would you do?  Hide them?

--I remember being unabashedly pleased with myself when I accomplished something really hard.  Glowing with pride and sometimes dancing with joy--all the while never being ashamed for it.

--I remember the simple prayers.  Father, I thank thee for my family, and for my dog, please help me to be happy, and to be a good girl...

I wonder if God looks down and thinks "I remember when I was mortal, I couldn't see, I had to just have faith..." I wonder if he ever gets reminiscent and wishes he could go back to not knowing....probably not, but I still wonder....

On the Run!

This child is so ready to move.  He wants to walk, run, and be into everything.  Every time I turn around I'm having to fish him out of corners,  under chairs, over couches, in garbage cans (don't ask), and on, and on.  This is him two weeks ago...in another two weeks he will probably be walking..

Cereal Wars

Every morning Teancum has a ritual where he must taste, touch and feel my cereal boxes.  Anything that comes within reach is game.  Here are the documented occurrences.  

Rasin Bran MMM!

Hmm, what's this?  

Wow!  It has extra raisins! 

You should really try this stuff.   

Now we moved on to other venues.

The bread is sooo good....

Get this, it has 20 grams of protein a serving!  

This is how you eat it. . . 

Love this stuff, extra bran is always good. 

CHEERIOS! 

hmm, raisins. 

I guess I didn't get enough with the raisin bran.

Gotta take my vitamins, mom.

More Bread.

Ahhh its attacking! 

Wow, these are so good for you! 

Hi Mamma! 

Munch Munch, more protein.  

Baby Teancum and our wonderful life!

So, as most of you know, I am a once a year blogger.  I thought I'd catch up on life.  Teancum Lamont Murray was born October 25 2012.  We love him so much.

2 Days old!  

I thought I'd give you a little update on his habits lately.  He is six months now!  I can't believe how fast time has gone.  

Teancum is a happy happy boy!  He loves to smile and help others be happy.  He is also a goer, doer, and mover (lucky me! :)  Along with being very curious, he wants to know everything about anything. 

Content to just watch and learn 

Teancum got in a fight with the bassinet-

Sweet smiles

Hanging out with Papa Call

Sitting in the Sink

I found myself!  

HA HA!  

Hmm, what does this taste like?

Pregancy Perks

So, because of popular consent (or dissent...Nicolette :) I have decided its probably time to post again.  I also thought it might be good to post on of those pregnancy pictures where I show off the o'l belly.  I have to admit that even though its hard, being pregnant has its pluses.

Here is the short list:
1.  Being able to eat whatever you want.
2.  Husband attention. (:
3.  Thick luxurious hair (which as I've heard lasts only till baby comes, then falls out to baldness....love it while it lasts!)
4.  Nesting--this may come as a surprise, but its so nice to WANT to clean....
5.  Feeling the baby--have to say, this is my favorite! 







Baby Boy Murray

So, I lately, Baby has taken a liking to his daddy....

Every time Ben puts his hand on my tummy, the baby will move so that he can touch where Ben's hand is at.  Unfailingly this happens.  We tried having someone else put their hand while Ben's was on my stomach--The baby moved and only hit Ben.  Then we tried Ben moving his hand around.  Baby moves, then kicks.  It has been pretty funny do (except in the middle of the night when Ben puts his hand on me and wakes me up because Baby is kicking...I have to remind Ben that I'm not a punching bag...).