Gratitude Day 10 - Today, I'm thankful for this little bug:
Braden was sort of our "planned accident." We couldn't afford birth control pills, so we planned and calculated, then prayed that whatever was supposed to happen would happen. And, it did! B was born 14 months and one day after Scottie was.
He was big compared to Scott - Scott was 6 lbs. 14 oz. when he was born. B was 8 lbs. 3 oz. To jump a full pound and a half was huge for me. It took me a really long time to heal with him. My legs, ankles, and feet were so swollen that the only things I could wear on my feet were Brandon's moccasins.
But, B was always a happy baby. And he was CHUNKY! He was over 20 pounds by the time he was 6 months old, was wearing 12 - 18 month clothes when he was not even a year old, and had such cute rolls. Roll after roll after roll. He was so kissable!
He's always been my snuggle bug. He would wake up in the morning and come climb into bed with me, lay on my chest and fall back to sleep. Then he'd wake up next to me and we'd giggle as we I tickled his feet or growled at him. Sometimes I wish he was still little enough to lay on my chest and just let me hold him. (I guess that's why I have Connor now.)
And, he has such a tender heart. When Koko died, he sobbed for such a long time. And when our fish all mysteriously died (including our HUGE 7" goldfish), he was heartbroken. The same with my parents dog, Champ. He drew pictures of his fish and of his Champy and to this day, they're still hanging on his wall. He didn't know his great-grandpa, or his great-grandma very well, but we visited with both of them throughout the years, and Braden remembered enough. He was so sad, and could often be found curled up next to me as we both cried.
B has always been very smart. He's always done well in school, and is currently doing 5th grade reading and spelling. He loves to read, and make up stories. That's one thing to know about Braden. He LOVES to talk. He can't just explain a simple something in a simple way. He explains it to the max.
Most times I love it.
He's had some fun expressions, too. For instance, on our way up to Yellowstone for a family vacation one year, we were driving through Newton, Utah. B looked out his window and said, "Look at all those pretty flowers! That looks like a good place to have a war. Mom, is that where the people of Newton have their wars?"
And, just the other night, Brandon was replacing a cracked face plate on a bathroom plug. Brandon asked how it got broken, and B said, "I don't know. I just know that I heard Gavin say, 'Huh?' So, I followed his gaze and saw the broken cover."
I had the chance to sit B down on my lap this afternoon and talk about Connie with him. He really wanted to help out the family, but didn't know how. After suggesting they rake leaves, I admit, I watched proudly as he rode his bike down to their house, then jumped right in to rake up the leaves. He frustrates me to the limits sometimes, but I'm still so proud of him.
I love you, my B. Keep up the good work!
This is the picture he drew for Brandon & I after my granddad's funeral in February. Despite our struggles with him during Primary, somehow he's getting it.
Braden was sort of our "planned accident." We couldn't afford birth control pills, so we planned and calculated, then prayed that whatever was supposed to happen would happen. And, it did! B was born 14 months and one day after Scottie was.
He was big compared to Scott - Scott was 6 lbs. 14 oz. when he was born. B was 8 lbs. 3 oz. To jump a full pound and a half was huge for me. It took me a really long time to heal with him. My legs, ankles, and feet were so swollen that the only things I could wear on my feet were Brandon's moccasins.
But, B was always a happy baby. And he was CHUNKY! He was over 20 pounds by the time he was 6 months old, was wearing 12 - 18 month clothes when he was not even a year old, and had such cute rolls. Roll after roll after roll. He was so kissable!
He's always been my snuggle bug. He would wake up in the morning and come climb into bed with me, lay on my chest and fall back to sleep. Then he'd wake up next to me and we'd giggle as we I tickled his feet or growled at him. Sometimes I wish he was still little enough to lay on my chest and just let me hold him. (I guess that's why I have Connor now.)
And, he has such a tender heart. When Koko died, he sobbed for such a long time. And when our fish all mysteriously died (including our HUGE 7" goldfish), he was heartbroken. The same with my parents dog, Champ. He drew pictures of his fish and of his Champy and to this day, they're still hanging on his wall. He didn't know his great-grandpa, or his great-grandma very well, but we visited with both of them throughout the years, and Braden remembered enough. He was so sad, and could often be found curled up next to me as we both cried.
B has always been very smart. He's always done well in school, and is currently doing 5th grade reading and spelling. He loves to read, and make up stories. That's one thing to know about Braden. He LOVES to talk. He can't just explain a simple something in a simple way. He explains it to the max.
Most times I love it.
He's had some fun expressions, too. For instance, on our way up to Yellowstone for a family vacation one year, we were driving through Newton, Utah. B looked out his window and said, "Look at all those pretty flowers! That looks like a good place to have a war. Mom, is that where the people of Newton have their wars?"
And, just the other night, Brandon was replacing a cracked face plate on a bathroom plug. Brandon asked how it got broken, and B said, "I don't know. I just know that I heard Gavin say, 'Huh?' So, I followed his gaze and saw the broken cover."
I had the chance to sit B down on my lap this afternoon and talk about Connie with him. He really wanted to help out the family, but didn't know how. After suggesting they rake leaves, I admit, I watched proudly as he rode his bike down to their house, then jumped right in to rake up the leaves. He frustrates me to the limits sometimes, but I'm still so proud of him.
I love you, my B. Keep up the good work!
This is the picture he drew for Brandon & I after my granddad's funeral in February. Despite our struggles with him during Primary, somehow he's getting it.
2 comments:
Haha, I remember that roly poly baby! :) What a funny kid. He is adorable.
I'm loving your posts about your kiddos--what a great way for us to get to know your boys a little better.
Oh my goodness! And I thought Ellie was a chubby baby. :) Those rolls are the best, aren't they?
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