Lovely
Sunday, February 28, 2010
He'a walking...
A week before Iain turned 10months old he started walking (February 15th). He also claimed the stairs for the first time that same day. Now every time he sees the stairs he makes a bee line for them. On the 18th, Brian and I took Iain for his 9month well baby check up at his doctors office. Where we were informed that Iain weighted 22lbs 8oz, was 30 inches long, and his head is 47.8cm around (the doctor was amazed that he was so big, Brian and I weren't surprised at all by this information).
I'm just glad that he is a healthy baby boy.
Does anyone know where my baby went...There is a toddler running around my house. Maybe I can get Brian to agree to have another baby now. What do you think?
Oh yeah Brian has set his Army Band audition for the middle of May. Keep him in your prayers.
Hopefully next month I'll be better at blogging every day.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
A poem about Motherhood
A Mother's Song
I used to hold your hand,
Now I hold on to hope
That I'll see you again some day.
Knowing that you're still mine
Has helped me to cope
Now that you're gone away.
Too lovely, too pure
To stand this world of sin.
So God called you home
To live safely with him.
While it's true, I miss you,
I know I'll see you again.
And if I live faithfully
I can raise you then.
Through sacred priesthood powers
We have all been sealed
As a family forever.
When I see you again
My heart will be healed
And we'll be together.
Too lovely, too pure
To stand this world of sin.
So God called you home
To live safely with him.
While it's true, I miss you,
I know I'll see you again.
And if I live faithfully,
I can raise you then.
I know while I'm still here
God will take care of you
As you're waiting for me.
I know I must work hard.
I know I must stay true,
So you'll be mine for eternity.
Too lovely, too pure
To stand this world of sin.
So God called you home
To live safely with him.
While it's true, I miss you,
I know I'll see you again.
And if I live faithfully
I can raise you then.
I know God has a plan.
I must do what I can
To return home to him.
I know you're in his care.
I know I'll find you there
When I come home to him.
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baby,
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parenthood,
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