My Little Man looks little compaired to those ladies in front of him. He says, "Bull" every time we walk outside. He wants to see the cows all the time. Sunday he was 22 months... and he peepeed in the potty!! We did the dance but he was with his daddy when he did it. I told Joey that he was going to potty train him. I get the girls and he gets the boy...sounds
fair to me! He also went once today, he seems excited over his accomplishment. He is so sweet and loving and he blesses my heart. I want to say that for now...he is a momma's boy!! He is starting to say more words every week and it will be neat when he makes his first sentence.




And Jena...sweet Jena... cackles at her brother. Here he is showing her how the glow worm works. He loves and kisses on her all the time. He will be a great "Big Brother".
I changed her formula again and it seems to be better with spit up. I could not take the excuse that some babies spit up a lot. There is a reason for it and I say find the reason and fix it. I was going through so many bibs and burp rags, washing everyday just to make sure I always have some clean. Course around here now, I have to do one load a day just to keep up. Jena turns over a lot now and the way those legs are moving.... it won't be long and she will be crawling. I say by 7 months she will. We shall see....

The Milestone

It is amazing to think back to the night I went to the hospital, not knowing what was going to happen to my unborn child, who for some reason wanted to try and come into the world at 28 weeks. So many days and nights have past since that night but it is still fresh on my mind.
Today we have a beautiful baby girl....Jena Danyel. She brings a smile to my face every time I look at her, she has blessed my life so much. She is feisty, strong and willing to not let her pre-mature status stand in the way. Yesterday at Poppa and Nana's while I went to the dentist, she turned over from her back to her tummy and then again after we got home and Jaci was able to witness the great accomplishment. Both times I was not present. Even though I was excited, I was sad that I had missed this milestone.
But....I was not going to miss it again. I got her in the floor to play and I waited for her to try and sure enough it was not long......and she did it and I saw it. She turned over!!! She looked proud of herself and I surely was.
There is one thing for sure....she does not like being on her tummy. Once she is on her tummy she is trying to turn back over. It is kinda funny. I really didn't think she would accomplish this so fast. I looked back in baby books last night and Jaci turned over at 13 weeks and Joseph was 4 months old. So she truly is doing well for herself. You never know she might decide not to let this prematurity thing stand in the way. She may be sitting up, crawling, standing, and walking all on own before 9 months just like her sissy. We shall see.....

My Mom....

I went to see my mom tonight. I haven't seen her since Easter Sunday. I keep up with her through my dad who goes everyday faithfully to see his bride. Dad wanted me to come and paint her nails for her, red that is, to make her feel good. She always likes her nails painted. So after making some arrangements and eating dinner with my family, I took off to see my mom. She looked good. Sitting up eating her supper. She didn't have the bedhead that you normally get from laying in the bed and I told her her hair looked nice. She just smiled and said "hello baby girl."
After her dinner I filed her nails and painted her nails on her shaky hands. She didn't normally shake so it must be from all the trauma. Her arms, legs, face are not affected from the stroke, only her left eye and her memory. She is able to walk a short distance with a walker. She has short term memory lose and Dr's say it can take 6 to 8 months before her eye's and memory get back to normal.
My prayer is that it doesn't take that long. It is the simple things that we take for granted everyday....just remembering how to lift yourself off the bed, and how to pick up a fork to eat with. My dad has been quizzing her on things like her birthday, when they got married and the date. While I was painting her nails I asked her how many kids I had...she said 2. I asked her what their names were and she forgot Jena. I asked her when I was born....she took some time to think, so I gave her multiple choice and she got it right. It's September 8th, ....just saying!! But I asked her what year I was born in and myself having to think just a little bit but she said 2008. So please help me and my family to pray for her memory. God can heal her brain from this trauma that He has given her. Pray for my dad as he is exhausted but will not miss a day for fear she will not get the proper treatment. Not sure when mom will get to come home but everyday is a step closer. Knowing that it was time for me to leave, she simply said, "Bye baby girl."