
Can you believe it! One of my kids... and taken at Costco of all places! Yep, so you know what we did today. I had to though. Take the picture I mean. Ethan took a long nap before we left and so I knew he would be fully awake while there. So I thought maybe I should try putting him in the shopping cart for the first time since he's sitting so well these days. And then my mind went to wanting a picture of that. No, not going to bring along my big camera for a snapshot in the parking lot. Oh where is that point and shoot... Has a card, yep!, has batteries... We're good to go! And why I don't this more often, I don't know. Maybe because I hate using it - it doesn't focus very easily - but still, it doesn't hurt to have it in my bag at all times. I'm always with the "bag" after all. Although I just have to tell you that the "bag" was lacking wipes today and I didn't know this until I was trying to clean off churro crumbs off Emma's face, AFTER our Costco shopping and while having a cheap Costco lunch. Wow, glad Ethan was delayed from his usual afternoon "business" and I didn't have to find out I didn't have wipes while trying to change him! That so wouldn't have been good. Then again, right outside of the restroom in Costco is the section of diapers and wipes... I guess I could've figured out something. And I really am jumping from one tangent to the next, so time to start a new paragraph. :)
I really thought I also might be sharing our first crawling photo of Ethan because after we got home I put him down and he attempted to move his leg forward... then down he went with his usual "plop!". Any day now, I tell ya. He's up on all four, rocking, lunging forward... He just has yet to figure out how to coordinate his arms and legs forward. But he's all over the joint regardless. And it's so much fun to watch.
But sad too. Seriously, I'm really having a hard time with letting my "baby" grow up. Everytime he does something new I think about how it's the last time I'm going to see a baby of mine do whatever it is he's doing. He's our last. This is it. So everything he does is so bittersweet to watch. It dawned on me today how the younger sibling is always referred to as "my baby" or given that little extra something of affection that is really hard to describe what exactly it is... Anyway, I understand it now. It's hard to watch your last one grow up. You want to hold on to all those things you will not witness again from your own children. I don't know if I'm making any sense or sounding like a big dork, but these are the things I think about these days. Even letting him hold his own bottle is hard (greatly relieving!), but hard. No, not yet! I'm just not ready to let go.
Okay, enough for one entry. All of you have a great weekend! And thanks for listening to my ramblings.















































So to my dearest friend Felicita, whom I miss so much, I hope your birthday was wonderful and filled with special blessings that you will carry in your heart all year through. May God bless your new year richly with all His love and goodness. It is my hope that we will soon be able to plan a visit. Can't wait to go to tea! Maybe we'll even bring the girls... or not! :) I love you lots and Happy Birthday!