If I could be married as long as my grandparents I would be one happy woman. Ever since I can remember I loved watching elderly couples hold hands or just sit together on a park bench. There is something about it that makes me warm and fuzzy inside. Never once did I think that spending my life with one man would be boring. In fact I can't wait to grow old with my husband. I am sure we both will shrink in height and walk slowly hand in hand through the grocery store. I will push the cart and he will place the items in it for me. This picture was taken on my grandparent's anniversary, (pre-hospital) I made them kiss for the camera even though I snapped it a bit too soon lol. It has been the wallpaper on my cell phone ever since. These two would go to the ends of the earth to help anyone out and that is what I admire the most. In light of my grandpa's condition, he still manages to ask how I am doing as if he weren't laying in a bed with cancer. This holiday season we have a lot going on but it just reminds me of how precious life is and how thankful I am to have such wonderful people, like my grandparents, in my life. So whenever you are tempted to get out of the Christmas spirit, stop to smell the roses, or poinsettias in this case.

Time Marches On

Wyatt will never cease to amaze with me with all the things he can do now. I went into his room this morning to find him sitting up in his crib. My face lit up in excitement because with every new milestone he meets I am reassured that he is a healthy child. Even though I try not to pay attention or compare him to other children, I can't help but wonder when he will crawl, walk and talk! He can pick up Cheerios and feed them to himself, he knows how to reach out his arms when he wants to be picked up and is now almost too big for his walker. He scares me because he will drop a toy on the ground and lean over the walker tray to see it, when he does this it looks like he is going to just tip the whole thing over! On Sunday Wyatt saw snow for the first time. We were at my in-law's house and looking out the window it was like a blizzard. Huge, puffy snowflakes whirled around and Wyatt was lol'ing at them. When it was time to leave he was trying to grab the snowflakes but didn't have any luck do to his hands being confined by his mittens.

In other news I thought I would start early with Christmas cards this year, ok the truth is I am like a kid and just can't wait! So be looking in your mailbox for a card from the MORGAN'S.

Never Again

So there I was at 5:30 am freezing my buns off in front of Menard's. When we got there, about 100 other people were already lined up at the door, yeah I know who the heck goes to Menard's on Black Friday? Needless to say this was my first time attending any Black Friday event, I usually was the one behind the check out counter. The workers announced the five minute warning and I raced back to the car to grab Wyatt and my mother-in-law who were toasting their buns. Then, you would have thought the gates of heaven opened when insanity struck. These people were running through the doors, pushing each other out of the way and steering their carts like they were in a NASCAR race. If that weren't crazy enough, I noticed "impostors" who just got there and were rushing to the front of the line. Of course my husband, along with some other freezing customers, were yelling at them to get to the back of the line. I got fired up too, only because we were the ones waiting out in the cold and it wasn't fair. In my mind I pictured tazing each person who attempted to sneak in. Ok, that was a morbid thought but I was running on no sleep. Well, we got what we wanted but after the whole experience I will never do it again. Noah loves it so I will just send him out for me next year and the many years after that!

Thanks #2

Today I am thankful for modern medicine. With all the latest technology it seems the sky is the limit. The grandpa that I once thought was invincible, is now in the hospital with cancer. Now, I am praying that with this new technology they can "fix" my grandpa. Even though there have been thousands of improvements in the medical field, there is still so much that needs to be discovered, including, the cure for cancer. Personally I am fed up with the lives that sickness has taken as well as the lives it has damaged. On the same token I am thankful for all the people who have been helped thanks to the Dr's who God has blessed with a gift of helping others. It is unfortunate that my grandpa is getting diagnosed closed to the holidays but I am sure glad they found the cause of all his pain. If you are reading this, please keep him and our family in your prayers.

Give Thanks...

In light of the Thanksgiving holiday, I am going to list one thing for each day that I am thankful for. Today, I am thanking God for my wonderful little family. We took pictures today in order to send out cards and I am thankful that Wyatt was amazing. He smiled and sat so nice for the photographer. When it comes to my family, I want to cry just thinking about them. I honestly don't know where I would be it it weren't for each of them. Thank you God and this is only the beginning!

23 and counting

I have some serious issues with growing older. I think I have a "Peter Pan" complex or something. Even though I am very much an adult, I still don't feel that way at heart. I certainly started things early in life and I am starting to wonder if that is why I feel so "old". 23 is young to be a college graduate, wife and now mother. Even though I may look younger than I am, I definitely act older than I am. I can't wait to have a good Birthday-Weekend with my family because they are all I could ever want for a gift.

Gross, but too funny not to share!!!

I am a mother of a son, so I know what lies ahead of me as far as gross things go. But never in my wildest dreams did I think it would start this early! The other day I was giving Wyatt is second bath of the day, Dr's orders. He was splashing around and making me look like I was hit my a tidal wave. As I looked down at my sopping wet clothes, I spotted something out of the corner of my eye. I thought, "could it be a toy or a washcloth?" It was neither. I screamed in horror for Noah, he came rushing in because he thought Wyatt was hurt when I told him, "He pooped in the tub!" Noah was laughing and I was loudly barking orders at him to get Wyatt out of the tub and rinse him off in the sink. I then had the lovely task of scooping his "presents" out of the tub and flushing them down the toilet. After my adrenaline slowed down, I was able to laugh about the whole thing but I can honestly say I was disgusted. All in a days work as a mom!