Memorial weekend

Yep, you read that right. Memorial weekend we took Marky out for his first swim. He's had many since then...but my computer took a puke and Mark's had these pictures on it!

We took him in our neighborhood.
This one cracks me up--he was SO happy.

Momma's personal favorite...no clue why. :)

Marky loves to splash....

We splashed into Uncle Jason's pool for Memorial Day

We had such a great time. I couldn't pass up the opportunity to post pictures from his first swim.

3/4

9 months is 3/4 of a year. And that makes our Marky 9 months old or 3/4 of a year, whichever you prefer. Can you believe it? I sure can't. Time has flown by. And in the past three months, he has learned so many new skills and has two ridiculously cute teeth.

Let me first tell you that I pretty much didn't put this gorgeous boy down for about 5 months. So he's had to learn to do everything recently.

Marky loves to: take a bath, raise one eyebrow at new people, play, army crawl (the knees are finally starting to come along), eat, reach for things/people he wants, play with remote controls, wave to pretty girls, use/eat cell phones, visit Mammaw and Pappaw, play with kitchen utensils, pull himself up, chase Cami the bulldog, laugh, jump, swim, pull down DVDs, sit himself up, kiss Mama, play with Daddy and bring joy to all those around him.

This is part of the loving to eat part

Here he is with Mammaw out in Idaho last month

He is happy to be outside

I can't get enough of these right-out-of-the-bath pictures

This was at the cemetery, he was there to bring smiles to family members

This little guy has been SO much fun. I can't imagine life without him. We have truly been blessed and we thank our Father in Heaven for him each day.

Thank you sweet little man for making us a family.

Feeling Anxious

When I was 12, I didn't want this time of year to come. I never wanted to go to Girls Camp. I knew it would awful. Well, then I fell in love with it: the feelings; the atmosphere; the sisterhood; the SPIRIT!

I have only missed one year of camp, and that was because I was on my mission. In fact, I even received my mission call at camp! It was super cool--LDS Movie cool, if you ask me.

I now have an official calling in the camp program. I reluctantly said yes because the spirit. My anxious feelings come with making choices for my sweet baby. Marky is still nursing. In my head, I was going to be fine putting him on formula. However, I have decided to change my diet, Mark has changed his diet and I'm thinking we want the same for our baby. And let's face it, I'm not sure I'm willing to stop nursing yet. So how do I leave him home for the week without enough milk? When I pump, I express maybe 1-2 oz. Now, I could sneak him with me (without permission) but I'm not sure that's what is best for him either. When he gets hot, his eczema gets worse. Then you add the bugs with a little dude and that's not very nice either. I have a friend that lives 10 minutes from camp (seriously) who kindly offered to keep him during the day for me and she would bring him to me at night. Which is beyond sweet...but I don't want him to feel abandoned. All of this is making me feel anxious and unsure I've made the right decision. Help me OB1 Kenobi, you're my only hope!