fashion dailymotion

Our awesome church released an awesome worship CD that Chris happened to play guitar on! I'm sure some of you family and friends have heard about it (or not, doesn't matter!) so here is a taste of it if you haven't heard it yet. Check it out! Chris is the one in the plaid shirt. :)





Hope from As One on Vimeo.

I just stumbled on this blog - Sh** My Kids Ruined. It makes me laugh and it makes me afraid.

I just wanted to put these up, because they are my newest favourite photos of this child.

Ah, Mother's Day. My new favourite 'holiday'. It was lovely - daddy got up with Finn, I slept in (til 7), I got gifts, flowers, walked to Starbucks. All before 10:30am! We went to church, had a cupcake, then off to Grandad and Grammy's for a BBQ. As an added bonus, the sun was shining all day. PERFECTION. Future Mothers Day's have a lot to live up to.

As I write this, it is 6:00am and Finn is playing with a rubber duckie in his swing. I am here, my stinging eyes half open waiting for the coffee.



A week ago, Finn came down with the flu, with the follow up act of a stuffy-nose cold. Previous to this he was waking up at about 6:30am. Sometimes even 7:00! I was fine with this. It was do-able. Then suddenly, when he was sick, he got up at 5:45. Then 5:30. Then 5:00. I hear him stirring before 5 sometimes. Rrr!



WHY. WHY. WHY. I want to know: is that normal? Why would he be doing that? Is it possible for him to go back to waking up at 6:30? (I would even take 6!) Having him wake up that early now just seems like a step back. I feed him but he doesn't go back to sleep.



So, my question is: what do you suggest? Or am I being whiny? Do you have any experience with this?

There are simple things that make my day close to perfect: my husband, my son, tea (or coffee), sunshine and a good song. This Saturday had all those things wrapped up in to one pretty package. I love my life.

This is Finn sleeping in my most favourite position. I LOVE it when babies sleep with their arms to the side, like they're lifting a heavy box of bottles and milk in their dreams. I had to take a risk of him waking up and take this photo to remember or else I knew I would regret it forever. So, I took the photo and ran out of the bedroom like a bat out of hell.



And yes, he is still in a basinette and no he doesn't really fit in it. If you saw our shoebox of a house, you would understand.