Back Again

So, I have to decided to jump back into blogging. Why you ask? Oh, because there are so many interesting stories that I just have to share. Plus, I like to remember things. And, unless they are written down I can't.

There have been many moments in the last 2 years that have made me feel like a mom. The first time I ever saw camden at 9 weeks on the ultrasound and he looked like a Mexican jumping bean. The first time I ever felt him kick. The first time I saw his beautiful angelic face. Waking up every 2 hours to breastfeed him for the first 12 months of his life. Begging and pleading for him to go back to sleep. Chasing his around the house, crying like a baby at all of his milestones and when he refused to breastfed from me. (Still makes me tear up) Cleaning up all his messes. Changing toddler poopy diapers. Even when I licked my fingers and proceeded to wipe the crust of his face while we were out in public and my charming husband stopped me and said "don't be that mom". But none of those things made me feel more like a mother then this morning. We were eating a chicken salad roll-up and Cam, being a charming kid just like his dad, put it all in his mouth. It was too much for him to chew, and being a mother I knew this so I held out my hand and said "spit it out in my hand". And he did. This glob of chewed up roll up, chicken salad and spit all in my hand. Did I freak out by the slimy feeling that in my hand? Oh no, it wasn't until I reached the trash can and disposed of this mess did I realize what I had just done, without even thinking about it. Before I had Camden, if a 15 month old kid walked up to gagging and wanted to spit it out in my hand I would have freaked. All I could think is, I am a mom. Its happened.

I don't think that's it really hit Seth and I until just recently. He is now a walking, talking, pooping machine. He's like a little man. Imitating everything we do and say. ((Note to self:Watch what I say and do)) Its no joke that we are characters Camden's parents, but we need to watch it so that he doesn't do it at inappropriate time. Jeez its hard to be a mom!!

Last week my grandfather passed away. He battled with cancer for 5 years and finally gave up. I wasn't going to see him in the hospital. I was holding on to the image of him in my head as he was before this awful disease invaded. However, on Monday the 19Th of January after he had already been in the hospital for 3 days something inside of me pushed me out of bed, to get dressed and to drive to the hospital. I had to be there. It was as if there was some magnetic pull dragging me there. I finally walked into his room and saw him. It was so sad. My family tried to be strong. Well, they were really strong, stronger then me but no body's a robot. I couldn't bear to talk to him. It would just swell my eyes with tears. He was just laying there so helpless. This man that worked his whole life, supported his family for years and years was just laying there completely helpless. No family should have to experience the affects of such a tragedy. Cancer is an awful thing. My grandmother, who by the way, should be sainted for taking care of him the way she did, is so strong. Her days will be lonelier and she'll have less to do. There will be no one else to cook 3 meals a day for, or do their laundry or clean up there messes. And puts on his smile and obsesses about her hearing aid and wonders if people can hear it ringing. For me, I would be like finally! A minute to my damn self. But I know facing the rest of your life like that must be so hard. I admire her. She's amazing. And have I told her this? A hundred times. I love you Grammy!

Today I have a wic appt. at 11:30 and then I am going to have my mole removed on my arm. I am a bit sad, the last 20 years I have done everything to hide this ugly spot and now it'll be gone. I hope it doesn't hurt!

Hope you enjoy me back:D