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A Mom Who Forgot How Sweet it is to Watch Her Son Sleep in Her Arms 

Right now Kaden and I are in Utah spending some time with my family.  I am already eons behind in blogging, so I thought I would just jump ahead to the present, in hopes that I won't become too overwhelmed and never attempt to catch up later.  Hopefully I'll have a chance later to write about our spectacular adventure at the Museum of Natural Sciences in Raleigh with my friend Katy and her family, and the great fun we had with my Aunt MalaRee and her kids when they stayed with us just before we left.  In the meantime, on to Utah fun. 

So far Kaden has . . . 

Meet and teach the author of this article how to write. 

I know it's Kinston.

I know our paper shouldn't be held to the same standards as The New York Times.

But it pained me to read this.

I am still gritting my teeth.

Aside from the fact that it's just crappy writing in general, I am appalled by the errors I would expect from my former sophomore writing students. 

I know my blog is not a shining example of grammatical perfection.  I make errors.  I probably make multiple ones.  Some of you probably leave a reading of my blog gritting your own teeth.

But I don't write for the newspaper, dang it, and there should be standards.  Has the press no pride?

Reall, Mr. Hill?  Really?

As an aside, Corbin was a former student of mine, and I am thrilled to hear he's beating his battle with cancer. 

I had a great morning.  I took Kaden to his first ever story time at the public library.  In reality, he is still too young to really love it, but it was a great way to get out of the house and do something kid-oriented for free.  He did dance along while all the kids sang the welcome songs and paid close attention to the enthralling reading of Who Sunk the Boat.  When craft time started we opted to audit the class, since Kaden was more interested in eating the paper plate that was supposed to become a jelly fish than actually making a jelly fish.  We got to stop at the fish tank on the way out and wave to all of our fishy friends, so all in all it was a pretty successful trip.

Then, when I got to my car I saw I had a missed call and a text message.  I instantly fell apart when I received the news that Eric Edge, a young man who is a member of our church, passed away unexpectedly.  He was 22.  Eric's sister is one of my good friends, and I have always liked Eric.  When we first lived in Kinston during Chad's summer internship and I didn't know very many people, Eric was always so nice to me.  He played softball with Chad that summer, and I believe he was getting ready to serve his mission at that time.  Eric is the kind of person who always had a big smile on his face.  He was so genuine and friendly.  My heart ached for his family upon receiving this terrible news.     

While Kaden napped, I planted the flowers we bought the night before and contemplated how fragile life really is.  How everything can change in an instant, and we have to be so careful to appreciate every moment we have with the ones we love. 

I received another text message while I was working in the yard.  This one to inform me that my nephew, Tanner James, had arrived safely, and that my sister, Meredith, was doing well.  It was so tender to think that while one beautiful life had drifted out of this world, another had drifted in to it. 

Other hard news, one piece about the health of a woman I care about very deeply, and another piece very personal, was received during the day.

I cried a lot on Tuesday.

Even though I cried, my heart was full of gratitude.  I am so thankful for the gospel of Jesus Christ.  I am thankful that I know this life is not the end.  I know families are forever, that the relationships we share here on Earth do not end with the grave.  I am thankful for the reality of a loving Heavenly Father who hears and answers our prayers, who loves us unconditionally and wants what is best for us.  I am thankful for my Savior, Jesus Christ, who through his sacrifice made it possible for us to return to our Heavenly Father some day.    The last couple of days have been hard, and a little bit scary, but I have felt so much peace and comfort when I need it most.  I know that when Heavenly Father closes a window, he opens a door.      

And then take me to an Indian Restaurant.

And then take me to the beach.

OK, Kaden.  Sounds like a plan.

On May 31st, Bruce and Joy invited us to go to the Kinston Indians' baseball game with them.  We had BBQ, hush puppies, fried chicken, and ice cream sandwiches before the game thanks to Edward Jones Investment Group.

Doesn't Kaden look thrilled to be there?

It was miserably hot outside, but once the sun started to go down it wasn't as bad.  There are a lot of reasons I love living in the south.  The summer heat isn't one of them.  Usually, we don't start in on the massive heat waves until July and August, but this year we started temperatures in the high 90s at the end of May.  Nice.  Thus, I chopped all of my hair off in a heat-induced fit of passion the next day.

We also celebrated Chad's birthday with his family early this year.  His birthday isn't until the 12th of June, but Chad's mom is flying to Denver to help his sister, Meredith, who is expecting her second baby.  We went to Dale's, a very yummy Indian restaurant in G-Vegas.  Kaden tried his first coconut korma, tandoori chicken, tikka masala, and basmati rice, and gladly accepted repeat bites of every dish offered to him.  After dinner, we drove back home and had slices of Joy's deliciously perfect homemade carrot cake.  So good.  Don't think Kaden didn't enjoy a lick or two of cream cheese icing along with the rest of us.


We took Kaden to the beach for a few hours on Saturday.  Chad had a golf tournament in the morning, and I worked on the yard while Kaden napped.  When Chad came home, and Kaden awoke from his snooze, we jumped in the car and headed for Atlantic Beach.  Lauren's mom is always so nice to let us use her beach cottage while we are there.  Kaden enjoyed his first "real" trip to the beach.  This time he could actually play in the water.

Do not let my glowing appearance frighten you.  Every tan has to start somewhere, mine just starts off much whiter than most people's.  Let us remember also, for a moment, that my poor skin saw little to no sunlight last summer, as I was hibernating in air-conditioned buildings due to a condition called pregnancy.  (I bet you feel guilty about judging my pasty complexion now, don't you?  Nothing like playing the pregnancy card to get yourself some pity.) 




Kaden started off the trip with a befuddled look of concern on his face, as he often does when we go to a new place.  He is a very observant child, and he just sort of quietly takes in new surroundings.  He warmed up a bit towards the end though, and I think he had a lot of fun.  He tried to ingest two seashells, but luckily Uncle Tyler and Aunt Lauren caught this before he choked to death.  He wasn't too interested in eating the sand.  Mostly he just held out his fingers and looked at me with an expression that seemed to be asking, "Why aren't you wiping this mess off of me?"  We didn't get to the beach until his afternoon nap time, so he did surprisingly well staying content with a missed nap--I guess that is the beauty of distraction.   

He passed out almost immediately on the car ride home, and slept for about an hour before he realized he was hungry and still had sand in his hair.  Then he wasn't too happy. 

I love the ocean so much, and I can't wait to go back for another, hopefully longer, visit!

Long Time Passing . . .

I found Kaden's secret stash behind the crib today:

 There were six pacis scattered along the top of the pack and play that is stored under there.

 He has made a habit of throwing his pacis during fits of frustration at nap time.  This happens after the giggling, gargling, and talking don't bring Mommy in to pick him up.  I went in to check on him the other day and found three pacifiers in the middle of the floor (I've started putting a few extras in the crib when he goes down, so he won't scream as soon as he throws one out).  Apparently, he realized it was too easy for Mommy to find those, so he started hiding them behind the crib instead.  I burst out laughing when I found them today.

I have composed at least a half dozen blog posts in my head recently, but haven't had time to record them.  Why?  Because we're in the middle of another set of home renovations.  Not on OUR home this time, but on the rental house we just bought.  It has been an adventure, I tell you.  I am so thankful for all the help we've gotten from family--from babysitting, to demo, to painting, it has all been so greatly appreciated.  There's no way we could have completed this project in a month without so much help.  Our renters are moving in the 1st of June, and we still have some work we are finishing up before then.  Anyway, since it is not the 1st of June yet, you will not get any of those half dozen blog posts, but I figure I should at least do a nine month post for Kaden, since he has been nine months old for two weeks now.


At nine months old, Kaden . . . 

• Waves hi and bye
• Claps his hands

• Gives high fives    
• Is a wiggle worm
• Turns the pages in his book when we read to him (Would you like to help Mommy turn the page?  Thank you!)

• Still loves to be read to (one of the only times he is still is while you're reading to him)
• Can hold his own bottle or sippy cup (He is still very particular about what kind of sippy cup he will take, if he will take one at all.  He only likes the kind with very soft tops, so they feel more like a bottle.)
• Crawls forwards (he does this sometimes on hands and knees, but a lot of the time still prefers the inch-worm method)

• Can get back into a sitting position from a crawling position
• Eats grown-up food at meal times (He picks up pieces of the food from his high chair tray on his own.  He loves to feed himself and make a mess!), followed by pureed baby food (Everything but Outback mashed potatoes has been a huge hit!  From grilled salmon to Cajun chicken pasta, this kid loves it all!)
• Goes to sleep on his own, without being rocked to sleep (We still follow a bedtime routine.  We read stories, sing a song, rock him until he gets drowsy, and then put him in his crib.  Since starting this he has been AWESOME at sleeping through the night--but I don't want to write that for fear it may stop.  Sometimes it takes awhile for this to work at nap time, however, and he frequently poops right after I put him down.  I have to go pick him up, change him, and start the entire process again.  I know infants supposedly don't have control of this bodily function, but sometimes I think he's doing this on purpose to get another story, song, and rock-rock.)
• Has four teeth (two bottom, two top) with another one on the way
• Loves to throw things
• Loves to be out and about (He has enjoyed many trips to Lowe's lately, but he just loves running errands in general.) 
• Nuzzles his head into whoever may be holding him
• Pats you on the back and snuggles you when he's getting tired and you are holding him
• Can stand while holding onto something and is working on pulling himself up on his own

• Sleeps in a crib with the mattress in the lowest position (We moved the mattress down after I found him semi-standing and shaking the entire side of the crib post nap one day.)
• Is cautious but curious.  (Even though he knows how to plop on his bottom after he's been standing, you can tell he gets very nervous about doing so.  He's also cautious around strangers, even though he'll let almost anyone hold him.  He gives people in the grocery store the stare down when they try to talk to him.)

• Does bicep workouts with Daddy (Chad lifts him up and he pulls down our attic stairs--these are heavy suckers.  After he's done enough reps with his left arm to wear him out, he switches to his right.) 
• Frequently has one paci in his mouth and an extra in his hand (He then switches them from hand to mouth back and forth.  It's quite comical to watch.)
• Is looking less and less like a baby, and more and more like a little boy every day (much to his mother's dismay), which is evidenced perfectly in this photo: