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4 Months: Lessons Learned

*really need to weigh him/smiling and laughing all the time/finally tolerating tummy time in small doses/rolling from stomach to back/loves jumping in his jumper/loves anything that makes him feel strong...including taking steps while Ben holds his arms/getting better at hand-eye coordination*
  • Projectile 'spit-up' is the craziest thing I have ever witnessed. In my entire life. He opened his mouth and it literally shot across the room. In a constant steady stream that lasted at least 3 mississippi's. The strangest part of it all was that he wasn't even phased by it! Side note: I'm sorry to start off my 'lessons learned' with that one, I completely understand if you can't even continue reading. But I seriously couldn't think of anything else until I got that one out on 'paper'. Honestly though, that experience tops anything I've ever seen in a sci-fi movie.
  • Having Ben give Jack his nighttime bottle has been the only wise one of the wisest decisions we have made. Every night around 6:30 I kiss my boys and they head upstairs. Ben gives Jack his bottle and puts him to sleep. And I sit. Or clean. Or cook. Or facebook. Or just stare at the wall. It's ahhhmazing. I sometimes still will go upstairs and steal another kiss.
  • Transitioning a sleeping baby from the car to the house is impossible. At least for Jack it is. So if you come over and the car is parked but no one is answering the door-I'm probably sitting in the driver's seat while Jack is snoozing in his car seat. This has also led me to start yelling like a madman or singing opera style to try and keep Jack awake while we're driving home.
  • I know I'm supposed to say You're fine when Jack starts to cry if somebody else holds him...but all I really want to say is, Sorry, he only loves me. Now give me my baby. Juuust kidding. And I know this has happened to a lot of people this past month, so really, I'm kidding. ... .......
  • Being a mom wasn't something I grew up dreaming of. In fact, I continuously said I wanted to wait until my thirties to even start thinking about babies. I felt uncomfortable, awkward, and intimidated anytime someone called me a 'mom' while I was pregnant. Now, I thank God every morning and every night and countless times throughout the day that He has blessed me beyond measure and given us this sweet boy. Trust in Him, friends, and I promise you, you will not be let down. I promise. His path will satisfy your search for happiness and will bring you joy and peace you've never experienced before. My path was a self-serving, self-seeking, world pleasing, I-deserve-it, what's-in-it-for-me, momentary false sense of happiness path. Every now and then do I find myself back on that path? More than I'd like to admit. Am I thankful that God used my path to get me to where I'm at today? Absolutely. Wouldn't change it if I could. But thank goodness I don't have to continue on it. Thank. You. God.

Proverbs 3:5-6

Trust in the Lord with all your heart
And do not lean on your own understanding.
In all your ways acknowledge Him,
And He will make your paths straight.


  1. Protective vomiting is scary! My dad used to joke about my daughter looking like that kid from the Exorcist! I laughed out loud about you yelling like a madwoman. Been there sister. Once they move to forward facing you can tickle them. So much more fun. ;)

  2. your description of projectile spit-up...HA-larious and gross. but hilarious from where i'm sitting. ;)

  3. awe i love this, the things i get to look forward too soon ;)

  4. SO FUNNY! I swear Nicole God pushes me towards your blogs because no matter what you write it's exactly what I need to hear or read in this situation. Love you and your powerful words!