Who are these people?

Anyone with a Mac knows of the fun you can have with pictures...here is the man of my dreams looking seeexxxyyyy! And my mom...and my kids...yes and even my beautiful baby boy. Woowee! I have nothing much to say except that I am trying to convince myself that life is an adventure...and it is worth it to dig up your roots and re-plant them in a new and strange place. I guess as long as I have this hottie with me and those lookers for kids all is ok! Right?

Poop and Dad's...

Where do I begin?  Let me start by saying that Matt prides himself in his diaper changing abilities...he welcomes it...so one day he is changing our stinky little boy and he gets an important phone call.  I run over to take over the changing and...here is what I find...

A skid, yes a skid on the sheet on my side of the bed..wha...how does that happen?  I have never left a skid on the surface of the changing.  But that is not all...above Rocco's head and to the left is a poo pebble, a real poo pebble and to my delight, it was on Matt's blanket.  Did he let Rocco pick it up and drop it above his head?  How in the world did it get there?  I left the scene as it was.  He's the crime analyst, who knows, he might have wanted to investigate how it all happened.  

I pointed out the skid and then told him to explore his blanket as I casually walked away with my clean little Rocco in tow.  

I hear this from the other room!  "EW...WHY DID YOU LEAVE IT THERE!"  

Dad's are funny. 

Bath time!

Yes, we bought him a big PINK duck to bath in.  He loves to lounge and splash in it.

Baby laughter

Our little doll face!

Rocco

Lullabies...

Have you ever sang a baby to sleep?  Our little grouch was having trouble getting himself back to sleep at about midnight last night.  Normally he just falls back to sleep on his own.  As a result, I got to experience what had to have been one of the top 5 moments of being Rocco's momma.  I cuddled with him and started singing.  It amazes me that even the flawed voice of mommy singing can soothe a baby to sleep.  After about 20 songs...I looked at the beautiful little child in my arms...fast asleep.  It was one of my proudest and most cherished moments.  So...if you have never sang a baby to sleep, I recommend it.  

To DeAndre

For my strong and struggling son...your talents are immeasurable and are deeper than what we have seen you portray on a court, field or track.  You can redefine who you are or find the hunger that lies within you.  You are loved.

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.  Our deepest fear  is that we are powerful beyond measure.  It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.  We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous talented, fabulous?  Actually, who are you not to be?  You are a child of God.  Your playing small does not serve the world.  There is nothing about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you.  We are ALL meant to shine, as children do.  We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.  It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone.  And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give others permission to do the same.  As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."  marianne williamson